"Where Is My ...Window?"

"Where Is My ...Window?"

A Poem by Chris
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Think about it...

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"Where Is My ...Window?"
Things just aren't the same.
Feeling "off" -
the silence that really isn't any different
it's just NOW it feels ...so heavy
so empty...
the world is ticking away somehow
and I want to be ...somewhere
...somewhere I choose
- somewhere I want
- some time I want.
The dark isn't friendly now
it feels tight and close
uncertain
I need ...no, I want
being held
It was supposed to be
but 
life happened
and now ...what?
Chris

© 2014 Chris


Author's Note

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We found the old recipie, typed on an ancient Royal and inserted into a ring bound cook book of certain provanance, we duplicated the ingredients exactly. No, of course it didn't taste the same. We were different; we were the one thing we couldn't exactly replicate.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Chris

10 Years Ago

Ain't that ALWAYS just the way life is? sigh
I keep wandering to bright sunny days
Where I was reached for .. and held so tightly
Where I was asked what I thought.. knew
Where I was kissed by loving little smiles
I want that time again
That bright and warm time
I want to run.. and climb and sing out loud
But all those times are gone
And walking is a chore..as is breathing
There IS so much silence, and it's deeper than before
Heavy, as you say ..and we are weaker beneath it
Some days I say to myself.. I don't want..need anymore
Then there's a happy voice on the phone
"Hey grandma" ...just found out, my baby is a BOY ...

And my window opens.. and I see the BRIGHT of another day

xoxoxo Jazz

Posted 10 Years Ago


damn Chris...how is it that sometimes, you just simply "write Me"---you did it here.

"the dark isn't friendly---life happened, now what?"

Amen.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I enjoyed the structured of your poem as to the way you inserted its imperatives. New windows of opportunity open as old windows close. Life is just an adventure that must yield to another adventure just as something or another once yielded to it. Our Source of Being is a deep mystery that must be left that way else what would be that goal that motivates adventures. We need not believe in the obvious. There’s a storm ahead , and it’s a delightful storm.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Chris

10 Years Ago

I like the thunders and the lightning display. The "feel" of power when it fills the air.
read more
Aethereal

10 Years Ago

Yes, it's the oncoming storm that makes life such a thrill.
Sometimes, it isn't what we want but what He wants.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Chris

10 Years Ago

Faith comes in every form, flavor, hue, and intent. It provides us with strength to face adversity .. read more
Rachelle

10 Years Ago

Admittedly have little life experience but maybe it is an indication that we have to get out of our .. read more
Chris

10 Years Ago

Faith gives us strength and focus which we use to help both ourselves and others. Reaching adulthoo.. read more

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Added on April 12, 2014
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Lansing, MI



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