"Somewhen It's Morning..."

yep, 'tis.

"...Eons and light years behind my tomorrows"

…sounds about right.

 

"Somewhen It's Morning…"

 

I have a watch,

a fair one 

…a good one.

Three hands -

to link it to existence

within an inch - round and around

a world bound by its nows.

 

It's stopped -

paused

at a present that won't change,

holding every moment there is.

 

I could set it

to was

but not retouch an instant,

a breath, a heartbeat -

fingertips that live in the shadows of then.

 

I can set it

to laters

and still KNOW what I haven't

while I walk tomorrows

or any will be.

 

The stem holds me…

still

tight

close

…chill.

 

Isn't, wasn't - that I felt off

or detached

or even - on time.

Didn't feel less -

felt too more

all that wasn't me

could never be

wouldn't ever be

…there's a price of admission

to tomorrows

…called yesterdays…

you see?

 

Chris

 

Author's Note

feel free

Reviews

[David Scott]

Living in any moment other than the now is expensive indeed.
Thank you for sharing your talent here. I was blessed to experience the poetry.

[Chris]

Hi Dave... thanks for pausing and for the thoughts...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love it....i wish we could stop the hands and that doing that would stop time as well...goes to fast, life flies when we are having fun, or not.

and that watch, the little round face, the circular feeling..surrounded, enclosed, just like life is a circle and the hands move but often don't hold each other...such a shame...

wistful logic here...always so thoughtful, your writes.

[Chris]

Damn, you had me thinking and suddenly the coffee was gone... Thanks Jacob...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and your poem inspired one from me, speaking of coffee...thanks for that.

[Chris]

Always... take care

[Melissa Lynn Keeling]

Felt this pretty deep! Headed bobbed yes and heart gave familiar ache, I know to well. Beautiful

[Chris]

Was nice of you to pause... come by anytime.

[jesserose99]

I feel like I have had a window into a mind that thinks on an entirely different wavelength then most. Very inspiring writing. Structure seems all new to me...you are definitely an innovative thinker. Thank you for happening upon my poem because I am glad I got to read you!

[Chris]

Pause with me anytime... you're always welcome

[fierceauthor]

Oh my GOD! You are a Edgar Allen Poe reality, I love your writing, I am enticed!

[Chris]

Come back often - you're good for an ego! Actually - thanks for pausing and you are always welcome - comment as and how you want.

[Ruth]

For all the caressing of moments we allow ourselves, no matter the amount of hands on devices, time owns us although three is a magickal connecting number...that in itself is special :) ♥

[Jimmy Yetts]

Those last four lines sound like an ages-old adage.
Excellent!--as is this entire absorbing work.
High-level stuff!

[Chris]

Hello, don't know that I've seen you here at WC... least not in recent memory. Welcome and pause with me anytime.

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

"…there's a price of admission
to tomorrows
…called yesterdays…
you see?"
spot on! human frailty makes us want to live the future faster and relive the past longer. but it's really all about the present, the now that matters. nothing more.

[Coyote Poetry]

Nice flow of thoughts my friend.
"…there's a price of admission
to tomorrows
…called yesterdays…
you see?"
The above lines.. I could write a epic poem from. Time, admission, tomorrow and the yesterday. The bricks of a life. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

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-- wow... for me, the best poems are the ones that trigger time-travelling in the reader's mind... and this poem reminds me of how obsessed i am with trying to make my present and my future such that it seems like everything i did in the past makes perfect sense... -- i may not succeed but it's an immensely entertaining exercise... -- and i really like the rhythm of this post... (it reminded me of the tick-tock of a clock)...

[Chris]

thank you serah... it means a lot.

[.]

-- my privilege, Maestro Chris...

[Chris]

as long as you chuckle as you type maestro...

[.]

-- hahahaha... all the maestros on this site have a wicked sense of humour and write brilliantly... :D