"Morning..."

"Morning ..." mind if I intrude a little while?  I'm sitting here with my coffee letting my eyes wander cross the world.  Thought I would pause here with thoughts for a little while.  Hope you don't mind... if I write a bit ...here... as I speak - with - you.

You seemed to understand 

perhaps too well,

that people 

- even ourselves - 

change with time.  

Is it we that leave others behind 

or they that walk away - from us

from what we knew

from what they know

- to just walk ...away?  

Perhaps I read too much into thoughts.

Perhaps, I perceive too deeply in the words 

discovered beneath every pen's nib. 

Perhaps it's but, there was that "missing" 

- of intimacy and sense of sharing - I taste.

How do you handle disappointments?  Living?

Day-by-hour-by-sunrise til you awaken and begin again?

And when little things - that really mean nothing - just feel ...missing.

...lacking...

How do you handle - anger

your own

others ~

seeing hurt, being hurt ...hurting ...even being sometimes?

I'm listening to a rough rain

inside

the coffee is stale and cold

...but it's mine.

Lots of thoughts

float the morning pauses

as I wander the world.

Chris

I'll think of a title in a bit... I just looked up and found I gave it one already

"Morning..."  

Author's Note

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Reviews

[emmajoy]

'How do you handle - anger ~ your own ~ others ~ seeing hurt, being hurt ...hurting ...even being sometimes? ~ I'm listening to a rough rain ~ inside ~ the coffee is stale and cold ...but it's mine... '

We all have moments when sometimes stretches into somewhere from somewhere, never mind the luggage taken. But there are feelings lost and found.. coffee hot, coffee standing.. that's how life is. One time things like anger throb and heat - scald emotions as if to engrave a time; other times life is little or nothing, no need to turn a page because there are so few wordsit's mere acknowledgement, no more or less.

You write with such deep awareness of what pain truly means, you share those feelings as if sitting with a friend somwhere warm, welcoming. That's the final desire for any fine man

[Corset]

Hummingbirds can't walk, and they can't sing they can only hum a few bars :P I wish I knew the answers, if I did it wouldn't hurt anymore. I always find myself with my head in my hands when I read you my friend, parallels do go on it seems forever, like train tracks, like fears, like a hundred dollars worth of melted icecream on a doorstep, nothing can make it better except resurrection but we try anyway...22 days to a old memory, two years and a pack mule of misery crossing a desert, does it ever end?

[April Child]

I love my morning coffee and I love to ponder. Nice thinky piece. Is that we leave others behind or they walk away from us. It depends on your perspective...

[noone]

I liked the feeling of it. Simple and introspective without being pretentious.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Life is full of many questions and most of them pertain to other humans, cause we can never truly know what motivates another no matter how much we know them. In fact we never truly know ourselves, we do many thing and never know why. These mysteries do keep life interesting and how minds expanding.

[olla]

and this is why I am awake before the sun rises.. to gather the pieces of a left over dream.. and ponder the mysteries in the sea birds scream.. to savor the taste of a steaming mug.. or words so sweetly written that the world pauses just to listen..

[J. J. Nightingale]

The dream was warm and close
I could hear music and heart beats
How cruel to wake and realize
That I was still here.. grieving..

He was letting go..
But not willingly leaving .. He was still my friend
Breathing .. pausing .. ..
I left ..but he was, and is.. here with me
And I smile for what we had
Friendship, caring, listening and sharing
Love
Everything comes down to one word
Love..

Your words are close..warm, intimate ..
Thanks Chris, for sharing Your morning with Me
Writing IT out is cathartic
Some would pour cold coffee down the drain
But you savor every last drop, because it's yours
Morning is gone now .. but there will be another
Soon..

((HUGS)) ................... J.

[Chris]

Jazz - you ARE appreciated

[J. J. Nightingale]

Thanks for saying so.. and YOU my friend are Loved....♥

[J. J. Nightingale]

And now a new morning..and I am not the same as yesterday..the night visits changed me..and I didn't want to even allow my feet to touch the floor.. or reach for what I was told to ingest ,inhale, swallow ....... For the times they are a -changin........

[J. J. Nightingale]

........................♥♥

[Chris]

changing day-by-hour-by-breath-by ...thought

"Morning Chris...(sideways nod)... This inspired me with words from within the depths of me, words that are feelings I feel and yet they stayed right there, within me.. This brought them out. Like yours, my coffee is stale but it is mine and being the fact I am sharing with you, its just fine...

[Becky C Strukamp]

What a delightful poem. The way you weave the moments of your day into incredible poems is wonderful. You are a treasure Chris! I enjoy your writing style. Each poet has a footprint that is theirs alone and its that that truly comes to life in your poetry.
xoxo

[Ruth]

Good morning sweet soul! You speak with and never to - a sheer delight to imagine that coffee cold as thoughts wander because it imprints the vision more - time taken to actually listen and see...feel and absorb.

Good morning hon...I have tea...always enough for two :) xx