"Notes On A Unicorn..."

Snowflakes exist ...they really do.

"Notes On A Unicorn..."

It is before 6 AM here.  So good morning.

Poetry is read aloud ...the tones are heard and weave a tapestry of thought and emotion.  For some it comes across as a performance - scripted to be done again and again in a public setting by actors (reactors) who as always will put their "mark" upon the characterization and provide motivational intent.  Symbolism will abound and control the thought process until so much is made that nothing is understood.

And then there are those who don't perform - they just are what they wrote.  

Live it day-by-day

breathe as only the moments allow

wait and watch

reach

touch

...speak -

to the echoes of falling star wishes

sad-silly dreams that only mattered

in ways - moments - so lost and deep inside

that even God let slip away.

And you know

you just ...know

exactly what was said

the why

the smile

each falling tear

THAT look you just SEE -

behind your eyes -

the full hurt within

the shaking fingers

trembling

...reaching

somehow finding

...you.

THAT is the poetry

I seek to taste

to find

touch

breathe

...and share.

Good morning.

Chris

Author's Note

Feel free

Reviews

[Saddam]

THAT is the poetry
I seek to taste
to find
touch
breathe
...and share.

I read it with all my mind and find as warm as Good Morning wish. Great,

[Chris]

I appreciate your pause and thoughts... come by anytime.

[Coyote Poetry]

"Live it day-by-day
breathe as only the moments allow
wait and watch
reach
touch
...speak -
to the echoes of falling star wishes"
I like the lines above. I agree with the logic of the poem. We need to taste, to find, touch, breathe
...and share our words. Thank you for the amazing poetry my friend.

[Chris]

We do get busy don't we John?

[David Scott]

I love this write Chris. I often feel unprepared when I write and post. At the least, I feel unedited. Still, like you, I cherish the soul of the write. This is my truest striving in my poetry, to be transparent to the moment.
Inspirational.

[Chris]

It is good having you pause...

[Frieda P]

THAT is the poetry
I seek to taste
to find
touch
breathe
...and share.

Me too....brilliantly pen'd sentiments as always..good afternoon my friend, need another cupppa?

[Lyn Anderson]

this I love. It kind of describes my process in a way -- I say it aloud and then I write it down, then read it aloud when it's done. I always read poetry aloud, even if it is only in my head.:)

[Dhaye]

Your style in writing is really unique and I think I'm hooked to it. Is it weird if I say there are always lines that touch my soul in each piece of your poetry?

"THAT is the poetry
I seek to taste
to find
touch
breathe
...and share."

Now I know why your poems are alive...
Thanks so much for the share. =)

[J. J. Nightingale]

It's still morning here ..11:10AM
Coffee my constant companion
Then came You..........

...speak -
to the echoes of falling star wishes
sad-silly dreams that only mattered
in ways - moments - so lost and deep inside
that even God let slip away.

wow.."falling star wishes".. sigh

You, and all the poets that tell and listen, and reach to hold hands and hearts
And share how it was, and how it is to be.. human. . the giving and the losing
Of hearts, dreams, our sanity.. the colors in our rainbows.. and the air we breathe..
YOU..make a mark, a difference, in this short time, we call life.

Good Afternoon to YOU dear Chris..
Another touching write !
Thank you..

Jazz

[sharonlee]

And such are the thoughts... poetry... life... you breath and weave.

[Chris]

It has went from black to nearly gray here...

[sharonlee]

Both are shades of life my friend.

[Chris]

I wonder if the trees peek through the gray - or - the gray peers round the trees... sigh

[sharonlee]

That, is a matter of perception... how do YOU want the trees to peek? Either way, there is poetry in shades of grey, and life in trees.

[Chris]

with that I NEED coffee... shall I pour you a mug?

[sharonlee]

I would enjoy that. It goes so well with the company.