"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

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Reviews

[sharonlee]

I can say nothing in response to this but a softly whispered thank you.

[sharonlee]

Thank you Chris... for the whisper of moments.

xx

[Chris]

Shar,

you're welcome is the only words...

Moi

[sharonlee]

Sorry there 2 similar comments here... having net issues. Hoping you are well my dear.

[Larry Dyson]

softly spoken by a master of whispered ..."susurrations"...your depth of understanding and expression always astound me.... Sir. I wish to borrow this to post on FB as your writing ..allowing...This is appearing to be grief week for all of us and I am in awe to read the offerings posted so far...safe hugs buddy,Laury

[Chris]

Laury, my brother, you are welcome to place this piece any place you feel appropriate...

[Larry Dyson]

thanx fella
hugs you

[Wendy Karasin]

Ah, I see you are a beloved poet on this site. As you deserve to be...I know dealing with the death of those close, made me aware of moments in a manner different than any other time frame in my life. And a valuable lesson was taught me, pay attention to the moments, Wendy, because everything that matters is occurring during them.

[Ruth]

You captivate me...

"echo
the soft susurrations
of the nights."

Only you could write such damn beauty...drips with such potency...oh my...I am a whirl...as is always the case from reading you xox

[Chris]

Saturday thoughts... even had a little sun.

[Ruth]

And you deserve the sun brightly xx

[Lydia Shutter]

Melancholy remembrances filled with sweet memories of those no longer with us. "Magyk" moments indeed...ones we value more than diamonds or gold because they will always mean so much to us...they are the foundation of our lives. Such a heartfelt write, Chris. Touching.

[Chris]

Awww... Thank you Lydi for pausing with me...

[J. J. Nightingale]

First cries.. tearful eyes..love
Things we'll never see or hear again
Play and dance in our nights..
it's very quiet here,not much to disturb
Or remind .. I do hear the distant train whistle
And a cat calling
Mostly I think on how it was
Soft close moments, children smiling
Then the tears come
He was here, holding me..then gone
I am cold..they are cold .. lost
It's hard to breathe .. then not
Silly thoughts, as dreams, wishes and whims..
Float ..distract .. and linger close
I'm close to going
I'm close to staying..
I fear sleep.. I fear waking..
Life is cruel..dreams are cruel
Then out of all that..a call
"Hi Grandma"... just wanted to say....
And everything that made me sad
Turns ever happy.. and I want more
I want tomorrow.. I want to share..hold
and Love.... and tell..and keep..and keep keeping on
Because of them.. all of them..the ones that matter
The ones I can reach..and the ones behind that screen..
Sorry, so many tears right now .. I'm drifting to places..

Thanks for sharing your moments Chris ............................

me.

[Chris]

Very, Very well said Jazz.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Thanks Chris.. I know I sound old..a voice of gravel ..eyes and hands that don't follow a mind's commands.. But this heart still knows how to work, for some reason, I don't quite understand.. Then came YOU..reminding so many of- how it is.and how it was , to be................... thanks

[Chris]

anytime hon... anytime at all

[J. J. Nightingale]

:).................................♥

[Neon]

What a delight piece. I enjoyed these moments. Lovely write once again. Keep on.

[Chris]

Thanks man, glad you came by