" Midnight At Noon..."

As promised for Hana Saemon

As promised to a new member of WC - Hana Saemon.  While this one may not be what you thought I would say ...I paused with your thoughts and nothing else would have been right.

 

"Midnight At Noon..."

 

So many rip and trash the pics...

leaving the mind to midnight musings

in a noontime world

 

Anger and tears

the sounds of shattering

breaking

shards of hearts and glass

frames and fists pounding

pounding in the night - each heartbeat

heartbleat...

the silence ...cold

...empty but for the full of hurt

 

the price and guilt of caring

the tears and fractured smiles,

the KNOWING eyes all the while

knowing eyes, empty     full

sitting       waiting   ...knowing

and yet praying

and even an answer - any

answer

is but another noon's musing

as the midnight passes so slow,

soooo slow.

 

God doesn't laugh

as the arms so softly enfold

and take the dreams

we held so very hard and close

...away... again and again.

God doesn't laugh

as the hurt grows and grows beyond

and shatters what we are ...were

...would or could have been.

...and God doesn't ...laugh...

as our eyes stare into the darkness

of the noonday sun

and see the swirling lights

shimmering in the tears still held.

 

Life is choices

made and ...not,

paths walked ...and not.

Chances accepted

and run with so damn hard

that every stumble was a fall

and the bloodied knees so scarred

and the scraped palms and ragged finger tips

never seemed to heal.

And each sunrise shared

was a victory held gently close inside

and the sunset marked a place where we knew tears

were going to fall BUT damn

we tried... not to have it all

but to have our moment in the midnight sun

afterall.

 

Memories have a price...

and I remember them all.

 

Chris 

Author's Note

Memories are fragile...

Reviews

[J. J. Nightingale]

I never ripped a picture or put one in the trash .. literally
A few pictures I had sitting on tables got put away in drawers
And they are still there waiting to be remembered
I can't bear throwing faces away.. even theirs
Hanging on .. at midnight, morning, noon.. it's all the same
I loved you then.. but then........
Circles ..infinity... memories always come home again...and again
To open wounds and fill eyes .. .. maybe God isn't laughing
but I am still penniless after paying those prices..

Me

[Chris]

there is always a price... Hi Jazz... strong thoughts.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Hi Chris .. The things we'll say when we are in withdrawal .. (Coffee) don't you know ... J.

[Nkosana B Masuku]

I can truly relate to this,true indeed that memories are fragile.Enjoyed the read.

[Chris]

Thank you for pausing. Hope to see you again.

[Nkosana B Masuku]

my pleasure :)

[sharonlee]

Elegant Chris; told from the soul.

[Larry Dyson]

yes an alegorical description of lifes musings and incidence....and yes we wait and then we remember them all...Laury

[Hana Saemon]

i love this! memories are fragile, and i can relate to this so well. we create memories all the time, but within minutes, they can disappear, as if it had never happened. and the waiting... you've described it perfectly... the midnight does pass so slow.

the price and guilt of caring
the tears and fractured smiles,
the KNOWING eyes all the while
knowing eyes, empty full
sitting waiting ...knowing
and yet praying
and even an answer - any
answer
is but another noon's musing
as the midnight passes so slow,
soooo slow

thank you for a great write!

[Chris]

Welcome to WC Hana... you take care.