"A Taste..."

Presented on World Poetry Open Mic, 04/11/2015

Begins 1:35:45 into the file for those that want to hear.

 

http://www.worldpoetryopenmic.net/uploads/5/1/8/3/5183702/wpom-2015-04-10.mp3

 

Some parts reference words spoken from the beginning of the show that have to be heard to be understood.  Like safewords…

 

Safewords…

 

Chuckling here - Control …Right -

Yeah, hehe, the scent of bacon permeates my mind

And then “Pineapple”,

PINEAPPLE?!? Huh,

Safewords uh huh - sigh.

 

“Ramen Maple Soup” - Ooooooooooo k.

 

Weeellllllll

I've known people to have a notebook

on their nightstand next to their bed

so they can write down their dreams

and try and try to analyze them;

til they can get them right - I guess.

Ehhh, ya know how it is…

 

Dreams - moments beyond      innocence;

where God, yeah God - is a vassal,

and djinn are real and it’s      personal,

and there’s nothing you can't do or win or be -

‘til you awake.

 

And you CAN fly

and FEEL the wind flowing - touch the clouds

look down on mountains

and all the 'froms' there never were -

and all the hurts you ever had

and smile …Damn - you CAN SMILE!

and then      thunders begin

and turbulence starts to toss you

damn, ya get tired

begin to drop

and its so …far

and faster

and faster and faster you fall

fall

…fall

'til all that's left

and all you see is:

 

"A Taste …Beyond Dark..."

 

Footsteps… I hear them

near

yet can't see the who -

ya never see the who,

yet somehow …KNOW…

they’re mine,

they’re yours.

 

Shadows float and form images,

teasing, reaching, familiar - yet

not quite what I think I see.

 

Clove - uh - THAT scent

above ALL others subtle, pervading

releasing a sweetness of memory

and how dreams were

…before.

 

An open window - beckoning, drawing

‘til looking through I see

…all that isn't me

or mine

or meant to be…

the could-have-beens

all the mights

the weren'ts

…and the are(s).

 

Violet trees and wish-they-were birds

bathed in brown sunlight.

A cacaphony of silence mixing the sound

til all around it swirls

and twirls into the color of faces

the sheen of the EYES

unseeing yet staring

beyond to other me(s)

and places where even memories lie.

 

Chuckling here - safewords - riiight…

 

I like my nightmares

for they’re true, and mine

and earned and treasured.

Their taste IS my life,

a rhapsody of all I've known.

 

Author's Note

feel free

Reviews

[Ruth]

Always are your words enwrapped with a kind glow and heart shows through...sigh...

[Kaliope]

your words sent my spiraling down a mandelbrot set - that wonderful fractal shape, that becomes ever more colorful and complex the further you zoom in and yet, at some point, you always encounter the original shape - only to start the journey anew. Thank you for this fresh taste of familiar amazement!

[Deviant Works]

Your style of writing is absolutely impeccable, Chris. Makes me wish I had become aware of you sooner. Oh, to be a dreamer... To reach for stars and reach even higher. I'm one of those with a notepad on my nightstand to jot down my dreams, only because they are so magnificent regardless of if they are sweet or terrifying. Just amazingly executed! Felt that touch of envy.:) To be so talented. This site is blessed to have you. Thank you so much for sharing! For carrying me into the depths of imagination.

[Chris]

There are years worth of readings here at WC and that's before you even find my paltry week or two's worth of trial and error. Chuckling here - WC is a good place to breathe and catch a breath... even your own.

[Roxie M]

Second poem to review... it is an exciting, stimulating poem! Then, again, I am an artist...:)

[Chris]

Well hello Roxie... nice of you to pause this morning. Welcome to WC.

[Roxie M]

Thank you...you are a pleasant welcome.

[Chris]

Its the coffee - I keep extra mugs on the sideboard for sunrise sharing.

[Roxie M]

It is morning! I am Central time of the good old USA!

[Chris]

Eastern USA here... and the dawn is very near.

[Roxie M]

yes, indeed

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

If words were edible, yours would be exquisite succulence.

[Chris]

You have a mind-bending way with thoughts... chuckling here, hello Nadia.

[Lyn Anderson]

I like this. It definitely has that hectic, discombobulated feeling of dreams and thoughts.

[Confuser]

Chris: You are sooo darn talented it blows my mind. I can see you up there; wish I could have. What a great poem. Their taste is my life, a rapsody of all I've known. You ooze talent and your imagination is like a 8th Heaven! (open mic began here recently-great talent-not on this scale, but..) I want to fly and dream and be those birds, I want to be all those colors, brilliant and free. That's how I feel when I read your words and imagine one day saying, reciting something so magnificent. I really appreciate it Chris. I truly do. Thank you so much. Dale

[Chris]

Dale...reach for your stars hon... you'll do fine!

[Confuser]

You're so sweet Chris. Sometimes I read your work...and am in awe. Seriously! Nobody can't touch you; no ones compares here, and that says a lot!

[sharonlee]

Wish they were birds--- tap at my darkened window some nights
when shadows deep creep to in steal my dreams...

Your thoughts Inspire, Chris.

[Emily B]

a woman needs safe words when a man like you comes around

you have words, ya know? the kind that loosen the spirit

you KNOW

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Wow Chris, and I actually got to listen to it this time :) You are truly gifted...