"Love Is..."

Having THAT kind of day are we?

"Love Is..."

 

…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.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love is not only having "that kind of day" but being able to share that day with our significant other.

i really like this...reminds me so much of that anticipation waiting for that person that makes my heart flutter....wanintg to share everything with her...

and again, i like the two poems in one.

[Confuser]

I love the descriptions you gave - you really just helped me so much in this write. Wow! I have the footsteps (in a new write already written down/not nearly as well. Thanks.

[Eve]

Every day is that kind of day, it's nice to be able to go home to someone who can understand what you have been through to get there, to be with them even if only in memories golden and what a relief when the door closes behind you, feeling safe.

[Lizzie Mitchell]

that... I know your feelings before you even speak kind of love

[Chris]

when you are so attuned that you just "understand...".

[captain]

as I read this it reminded me of my childhood days when I know that I am in deep trouble on whatever I've done, forgot what was that bad deed I did. But the feeling of it and the poems intent almost match. It also made me think that how our parents love us, no matter what. Because after all that sermons I've recieved that day, I somehow knew that it was all for my good sake... that's how love is defind in parenting. Great job sir Chris....

[TL Boehm]

I need to go home and apologize to my husband for my rantings when I have that kind of day, now. After reading this.
Your words...hit home.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Sometimes I hear a truck pulling into the carport..
I pull the blinds a little, just to make sure

Love never ends.. it's remains there
In all those familiar places
And in a heart's skipped beats..

I hear you............. Touched deep

Jazz.....xx

[Michael G.]

Read . . . and reread. Read again. You are right - life is - and it just happens. It happens differently for each of us; but, we all have to deal with what is perceived and presented to each.

In the background here, "The Letter That Never Came" by Thomas Newman is playing. It seems to fit well with these thoughts. Then, your thoughts lend themselves to quiet inner thoughts and inspection of life.

I'm the one who stands on one side of the door hoping for the best; but, don't always get it. That's when it's best to have someone along to help in the sharing of life - both good, and not so good.

Great accurate thoughts as always, Chris. I'm glad I started my day with your thoughts.

[Chris]

It IS good seeing you again Mike... I know life is busy but you were missed.

[Michael G.]

Thank you, my friend. I missed you and being here. I should be back a little more often, now.

[LadyAnn68]

Wow..again you amaze me....how do you do it? this hits home for sure..and we all do love arriving there...home that is, the ones lucky enough to have a place they can call..."HOME"!

[MomzillaNC]

Wow! What a powerful write. You've immersed the reader in the sensations the narrator is feeling. And yes, when the world overwhelms, nothing speaks more of Love than Home.