"Love Is..."A Poem by ChrisHaving THAT kind of day are we?
…sitting…
The dark …palpable - tight, a depth so encompassing, so enveloping, pressing …complete and unbroken -
edge-to-edge broiling
and roiling, the forms scudding and sparking scattering shattering jumbles of flashes so
bright it isn't light just afterimages burning in and in as towering - horizon full…unending shifts and
swirls as wind - world-pushed and life-twisted by the
unceasing ROARS of seamless noise and force shredding all
that you are…
…a
car's tires…the gravel of the driveway, motor
humming… ceased…silence…the CHUNK.
…hands - clenching hands - busy hands… reaching…busy busy turning fingers moving - hands
…footsteps…footsteps…f o o t s t e p s on the sidewalk…up the steps…'cross the porch
omgomgOMG shiver…shivers…shaking…breathing - am I breathing?!? Am I - AM I…
waiting...w a i t i n g... WAITING
and the door opens
...HOME.
“…that kinda day again huh? …” Chris Darkness can be soooo personal and dealing isn't limited to just the one person - is it? A particular moment can be beyond any person's capacity to deal with and yet we sometimes MUST reach beyond what we have - to deal with what we perceive. And life isn't fair - it just happens. © 2014 ChrisAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
StatsAuthorChrisLansing, MIAbout"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so. "Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020 I'm back and working on. I've been.. more..Writing
|