"I'm not doing much of anything myself..."

"I'm not doing much of anything myself..."

A Poem by Chris
"

Thursday kinda day

"

"I'm not doing much of anything myself..."

 

Today -

making coffee by-the-cup

a breath-at-a-time.

Shuffling - thoughts, steps -

movements, moments

weavelessly accepting standing, sitting

-up and moving ...about

every anything -

pointedly pointless

pointlessly pointed

poignant

...and ponderous...

looking for ...and not.  

 

Quiet thoughts, lil nothings actually -

mused meanderings.

I am.  I AM ...I am -

all the silence inside

watching the world pass,

passing the world watching.

There's snow, 

over 'n underfoot,

roads being scraped...

cars with places to be - passing

pacing ...my breath to

the silence inside.

 

The silence - talking about 

the

silence

- to an empty chair

from an empty ...

 

There is a difference tween

quiet and silent -

hum, background creaks and groans

rustlings, breath of wind, drafts' stirrings

the pen tip's scrawl across

...my mind.

 

Chris

 

© 2014 Chris


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In softest motion
tangible ebb and flow
woven
real...
real...
so real

All the moments
captured
released
upon a breath
then another
and another
in meaningful depth

She can see
the pen moving
internally
binding
external
ribbons
to the now
and what has been
gathered
refreshed...somehow

In softest motion
moments
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subtract

Real..
so very real

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In softest motion
tangible ebb and flow
woven
real...
real...
so real

All the moments
captured
released
upon a breath
then another
and another
in meaningful depth

She can see
the pen moving
internally
binding
external
ribbons
to the now
and what has been
gathered
refreshed...somehow

In softest motion
moments
add
subtract

Real..
so very real

xx




Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hello Chris, powerful stuff...solitary refinement...and the wise men go into the caves, and from there they look upon the world, and the wonderful realization and experience of belonging...pleasant dreams, my friend

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It's going to be 65 here today
And I am cold and different than yesterday
I hear everything.. and more
I see less ..maybe that is a blessing
Coffee with extra dreams..please
Come on in Chris
YOU are welcome anytime ....

Sometimes I don't know the where or why.. of me.

Love, Jazzxo

Posted 10 Years Ago



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