"Hey Jackie..."

Today was a long, long day and now an even longer evenin’.  I came back to WC for - something… to find a corner to go round, a wall to lean on, an insight to now and feeling …something.  I read Ed Harts “Ol Man Death” and was commenting when I found tears.  This leaked out but I took it off his page, wasn’t fair to tarnish his gild with my tin - ya know?

 

Fingers been doin my walking

And the words are echoing loud and round

snaps and circumstance

I NEED a cig and it ain’t even sunset yet.

 

And the world’s a meaner place

and all the clichés are real

and here…

 

Damn, I want that cig I can taste right now...

Watchin’ the sun - slowly fall and

not much of anythin’ goin on. 

Neighbor is likely cryin’ right now

was close to it when I left his house...

He was tellin me of 40 yrs and months

and days

and how it wasn't fair

and he couldn't see the papers he was goin' through

as his eyes were lost

in yesterdays.

He told me how he kept his promise -

to BE there and holding -

was THERE at the end,

but she was asking for him anyway

in a lil lost voice.

Damn, I need that cig.

Goodbye lil darlin.

 

Chris

 

Sorry Ed - it just leaked out... sorry.

Author's Note

6/21/2015

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

i agree with Valentine .. sensitive .. touches ones heart strings ...
E.

[Chris]

She did ...touch.

[Einstein Noodle]

:(( your loss is poignant .. went to read Ed's poem .. thank you for referencing it ... sorry for your loss sir! long days too many times give little release ... and even less rest ... love and peace

[Chris]

Knowing your neighbors is a "risk" that you're better for taking... though the cost is always dear.

[Einstein Noodle]

i agree ... well worth the risks ...

[Valentine]

A very beautiful and sensitive write. Saying good bye to yesterday hurts, be it death, lost feelings etc. I really enjoyed your take on this. Valentine

[Beccy]

'and how it wasn't fair
and he couldn't see the papers he was goin' through
as his eyes were lost
in yesterdays.'

Chris, The loss conveyed in this poem is palpable, the above lines filled with such longing that I honest to God found tears myself.

Beccy

[Rita L. Sev]

Heart and soul here in your words, Chris - and much-needed humanity. This is beautiful.

[Ruth]

A cigarette often gave the visceral release, I can empathise...as always Chris, you move me and the swirls linger, always shall...

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Captured the essence and the need with your repetition.
Enjoyed the read!

[Chris]

Thanks Kosie, I appreciate your pause.

[....................]

a compassionate write with lingering torment to find solace in a cigarette while trying to piece together feelings of loss...it seems long days come to all of us now and then; sometimes they stay around awhile...

[Chris]

don't they just... Hi FT.

[....................]

hello Chris, yes, they do

[Roxie M]

I think the repeated verse of wanting a cig is very well done...using a poetic form to express the battle that goes on with a former smoker. Brilliant.

[Chris]

The "need" that keeps on giving for the rest of your life ...chuckling here.

[Roxie M]

This is excellent...I hesitate to say more.

[Chris]

Come by and pause anytime... there's always coffee and room for being yourself.

[sharonlee]

This moved me more then I can express. Been a rough week. Odd how other Junes weren't this hard.

x

[Chris]

Ghoslets abound this evenin'.

[sharonlee]

Yes my friend; not sure what I need... company or silence.

[Chris]

"...both..." come to mind

[sharonlee]

"both" would depend on the company. Housemate swearing at the unfairness of her roster is not my choice.

[Chris]

chuckling here at life's tribulations...

[sharonlee]

Sigh.......