"There Are Moments..."

A Saturday thing

"There Are Moments..."

 

There are moments

I sometimes sit,

sometimes stand,

sometimes walk or at least try.

And others …I just am.

 

Moments spent

listening to the sounds -

while ...the beats within

in rhythm with

each exhale...

echo

the soft susurrations

of the nights.

 

Ticks,

creaks,

settlings and

rustlings …branches - crackling leaves

wind's breath shuffled and strewn…

footsteps, turning tires, iron on rails

sirens wails… forlorn whistles, lost voices -

swelling and floating, then fading

down-and-down      to nothing

my forehead on the glass

as my breath fogs

over-and-over-and-over

mysts filling my mind as eyes

‘til with fingertips weaving

and turning

and finding...

there …THERE… are the …the gentle tears

the ones still welling

still falling... ever flowing

ever knowing       tears

their magyk softly touches

touching

each eye gazing

wishing

wanting       finding - through the

looking ...glass.

 

There are moments

I hold closer than life

And always shall.

 

Chris

Author's Note

feel free

Reviews

[R.A. Youngblood]

Yeah, about moments, even if we don't like some moments, they're passing so quick. I find this full of freedom, emotional, powerful. We have to appreciate every moment in our life, because we are living, some people don't have that gift, so we should enjoy them. I like the structure. Wonderfully penned. Thanks for sharing. :D

[Chris]

Roberta, it really is good to "see" you again. I am glad you are ok.

[R.A. Youngblood]

Yeah, thanks, my friend. :)

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

This reminds me so much of my grandparents, for some reason. The way that they are with one another, still after all of these years holding on to "moments (that are) closer than life". What a lovely portrait you have painted here...touching.

[Chris]

Sarah, thank you for sharing your "moments" and for pausing with me.

[emmajoy]

' .. my forehead on the glass ~ as my breath fogs ~ over-and-over-and-over ~ mysts filling my mind as eyes ~ ‘til with fingertips weaving ~ and turning ~ and finding... ~ there …THERE… are the …the gentle tears.. '

You've written about such precious personal moments. Precious memories, locked inside, love keeping them safe. Thought-wrapped in smiles or tears or both, they are .. spirit cupping them gently, each second more fragile than the one before or after, yet powerful because they touch every fibre of you. We all rush too much, racing through life for no reason than to be somewhere before we leave and so, lose the chance to create yet more of everything worth having. Some - too many, accept second best because second best is usually instant. Yet, the heart knows more's just hiding in the shadows waiting to be stored, valued .. loved.

[Chris]

Em, so many thoughts flow... I'm glad you paused and took the time to speak...

[emmajoy]

Thoughts often fly but sadly, they're too invisible!

[Angi]

These moments are precious, Chris. They are passed by, rushed away in our busy lives. I love the thought of just standing still. Breathing in time with the beats my thoughts stir. The cadence should be noticed. There are moments that need to be held on to. Nicely done, mister. Angi~

[Chris]

It was special seeing you here Angi... thanks for pausing.

[Lourisa]

It doesn't happen very often that a poem gripped my, stirs something inside right from the very first line, but your poem did it, Chris. Masterfully written, great imagery and just perfect.

[Chris]

Lourisa, thank you so much for such a thought. Your pause with me was very appreciated.

[Lucifer Jones]

Moments... life is a chain of moments. This is a traveler. I t transports the reader to his own similar moment and drops him square in the pool he swam in previously. Your descriptives, once again, are mesmerizing. Another beautiful piece from a beautiful man. Thank you! A question to ponder wise sage... Why is it the moments and memories of our tears often bring the fondest smiles years down the path? Even when accompanied by a fresh mist. Thank you again my friend. I enjoyed the coffee.

[Chris]

Why? Because to bring forth such strong emotion from the start, each memory is all the more potent for their effect and affect in our later years... of course.

[Lucifer Jones]

You keep penning me knew favorites.

[Chris]

that is a good thing...keeps the dust down to manageable levels.

[Neville]

There are indeed moments and I for one am delighted that you shared so many of them.

Thank you Chris, All Good Things,

Neville

[olla]

I have pondered for a while now.. read.. and.. read again.. and pondered some more.. so many moments in a lifetime... and yes.. some are more dear than others.. if it is true that ones life flashes before their eyes at the moment of death than I hope it is the dearest of moments that will come to light the path to my next journey..

[Tennessee]

Some moments some never know and some moments we only wish we could have one more time.

[Chris]

Awwww Tenn, you came by, thank you miss.

[Tennessee]

Aww, did you think you had seen the last of me?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

all of these moments are felt and appreciated...

very special if we let them be...if we inhale them slowly and exhale them even more slowly.

and it is all within....

i stopped and thought about this, about my moments...about how special each breath of life is...

[Chris]

Hi Jacob...nice of you pause... and good words too.