"Today's Thought..."

Sunday through the world

I wandered the world today.  The net is ever and wide and alluring as coffee in hand I stepped, then paused - over-and-over-and-over with each and yet so many others’ thoughts - and today …a “Sun”-day with my own world drenched and strangling under and within the snow.  And their overwhelming emotional outpouring filled then rebounded and echoed until all I could hold was:

 

“Today’s Thought…”

 

These are the thoughts a person lives with ...the reason for porch steps and sea walls at 3 AM. 

 

The movements in the sunset

as all the world - its colors merged and swirled

spun-glass-tingling-sprinkling-sparklings

brought it back…

me …back

all …back

to there …from there

where that formless roil of the worlds’ lights

was my thoughts -

that tangible hurt began to again caress

- trace - enwrap - twist - grasp - tigHTEN

and the scent of loss was my breath,

the taste - the bloodless chill of endings,

and one-by-one-by-them all

the    the     breeze - carried

the tones of ...everything and every one

and            

                        I cried.

            and it wasn't softly

it wasn't

it was wrenched so hard

my lips bled as my teeth closed

and opened and opened and opened

and my eyes rolled and

the blackness filled

all that was ...again.

 

There is a god

and while It didn't laugh

nor hold me up

the senseless fall was cushioned

by the grass -

lawn, meadow, hill, dune, shadow

paddy, sawgrass, flowing waves, sand,

hardscrabble, concrete, The Wall, steamvent, bench,

curb, grave …chair…

the world

and beneath my feet

where every thing was the dust

of what ever …was

another lost tear landed.

 

Chris

Author's Note

feel ...free

Reviews

[Neon]

What the heartbreaking poem. Thoughts're so colorful, am sure this write comes from your own real life where you were alone on sunday with a cup of a hot coffee in hand and jotting down the words to convert your feelings of cold snow days into words. Nice work. Yeah, "Sunday thought the world."
Well penned write, Chris!

[Chris]

Neon, it would be a good day to sit with you at a table and just share some words on what we each 'feel' is important.

[thenightqueen]

this poem brought me comfort, comfort to know that although life is not perfect, it is still life. it can always be beautiful

[Chris]

I've lived other's fictions - and always will. Blood tastes like copper and to me - Miley has to try too hard just to prove nothing at all.

[thenightqueen]

i think my blood has a metalish taste because i have a permanent retainer behind my bottom two teeth... when another piece of metal touches it, it sends a shocking feeling through my body, which reminds me of blood and pain. i dont think miley is trying to prove anything, she just needs money like all famous people want. i just like the picture.

[Chris]

It is a good pic... that metal taste can get ...old

[sharonlee]

I walked the world a bit... visited here and there, lingered with this and that... my wandering brought me here... where I felt both lost & found. Thank you.

[Chris]

Shar, the honor is mine...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a scream, a tear...life rolls out of the eye...a reaction to it from the mouth...
we stand over a cold ground knowing someday we will be in that ground where someone else's tear will fall---

i felt the beginning of this poem led me in a direction...we wander the net...we travel through computers...but there is nothing like traveling over real ground....not virtual.

such a thought provoking poem, but then, what have we come to expect from you? nothing less.

[Chris]

That was quite a comment Jacob... now I have to live up to it. Chuckling here

[Justine]

Intense emotions here that you convey really well. I like

"where that formless roil of the worlds’ lights

was my thoughts -

that tangible hurt began to again caress

- trace - enwrap - twist - grasp - tigHTEN

and the scent of loss was my breath,

the taste - the bloodless chill of endings,"

I got so much from this write. You have a talent to put into words the complexity of our emotional life. I must read more of your writing as I enjoyed this. Justine

[Chris]

Nice of you to come by and pause... hope you DO find more to draw you.

[Corset]

you are a highball of emotion in this one, the grip of loss, people loved and lost, time lost, energy lost, such a powerful scream my friend.

[Chris]

True, a lot of feeling in this.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Loved.. is the deepest loss...........


J.

[Chris]

Welcome back Jazz, missed you. You have to deal with snow?

[J. J. Nightingale]

Thank you..No... was raining.. but today is calm 56 .. Just peeked in to read You .. I like to listen to your thoughts.. Hope your warm and cozy inside.. and out... xx