"Remember..."

There ARE three poems here (black, gray, and brown) - unique, standalone, and …one… the last line ends all three - just so ya know.

 

 

Life seldom happens as we wish - though we live it as we can.  People appear, get close and then life seems to happen.  No rhyme, no reason.  And we walk on - at least we try …to walk on.  It isn’t always about Love but just maybe it is.  We each have our memories of being “touched” and sometime we do say “Goodbyes”.  And sometimes we don’t.  It isn’t that memories sneak up on you …sometimes any old Tuesday will do …and when it isn't a Tuesday?  Well, I've never been perfect …just me.

 

Each morning I always pour a mug - black and strong, the steam rising.

 

Then walk over to the window,

draw the curtains wide.

 

"Remember…"

 

Today,

I stood there watching the morning

as the chill dawn's mist floated and spread

 

…watching, waiting…

 

while the sun broke 

the mind's grey     just so …slowly

…I felt the glass shiver and begin to weep 

as the sky's tears gathered close outside

and inside oh so gently began to fall.

 

Tap…

tap… come in, come in…

 

…and the sound…

and the sound…

 

you…

 

See I…

I heard your voice inside

…again… 

and the mind's myst

grew and spread,

and I felt fingertips graze my cheek -

 

just the wind -

just …the wind…

 

and another tomorrow wrapped my heart

with all the softness in the world

and closed so tight - 

so very, very     tight

…and it hurts,

hurts so 

…holds …me…

as I remembered…how

 

just seeing your eyes 

 

…just a silly      single      damn      pic

of you …gazing out toward

your world - from a diner table…

 

still fills me

with a lifetime's dreams 

behind my eyes…

 

How…

 

 

We used to talk - lil things -

timeless     things,

nothing     things -

moments good and 

…well, some that weren't.

 

We shared being    us -

and how it meant

and what we saw and felt.

We gave each other

each other - I chuckled and you - 

you laughed -

and we cried and…

 

                    Life happened

                    as it always seems to do and

                    time just drifted off…

 

We never talked of endings

even as we said "…goodbye…"

 

                    You've finally got your mountains

                    …and the eagles

                    and I've 

                    … I've coffee and the sunrise.

 

and memories of the magyk

ride my soul.

 

                    I've not forgotten you nor

                    the moments

                    but this now…

                    this     now

                    echoes and echoes with 

                    my own breath and heartbeats.

 

 

…and I remember… I do…

 

I remember…

 

Chris

 

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[marilyn 1225]

This might be my favorite one in some ways it seems you were inspired by The Raven
your deepest love is a shines thru the brightest in this poem

[Diamond]

Extra ordinary!! at the beginning It appeared to be vivid picture of a cloudy morning. But reading further you have taken the reader's mind to the next level where it was not just the outside of the window, but the heart and memories that were cloudy...and somewhere you gave a trip down to the lane of one's own memories.

[Chris]

Thank you for the kindness and your thoughts...

[annalysiar]

This is soft, deep and gripping I like the different styles

[Chris]

We say a lot through all the layers of thought... was nice of you to pause with me...

[annalysiar]

As I return the sentiment.
I have learned alot from you

[Chris]

We learn every day... part of being a person.

[annalysiar]

To learn is one thing, easy at that.
to apply is another and a task to comprehend

[Chris]

The trouble with truisms and cliches are in their realities... chuckling here

[annalysiar]

I can only agree to the trouble of truisms

[EileenMarie]

Very gripping. I love the changes of the style, making it truly your own. Such beauty is within the poem, your words eloquently written. Beautiful!

[Chris]

Remembering ...is what we do.

[Einstein Noodle]

oh the memories and endless time it can take for broken to be mended ..clear painting of scenes .. even can smell that black brew ...ahh ;) my own pain is quite distant these days ..one still remembers but certainly only wisps of grey ... i like the little shouts to mythical in myst and magyk ..touches deep places in me ... of the Scotch/Irish heritage ... love the Celts rock and roots :) clever and easy to follow the form ..poignant pauses ..lets the heart and mind catch up a little ... and the grey asides really work for me ...lots of painting going on in this one Chris ... universal and very relatable
E.

[Girl With A Pen]

I agree with Blue Cave. This is very raw and very real. You really know how to grab a readers attention. I will be visiting your page as often as I can to read more of your amazing writes. Thank you for sharing

[blue cave]

Well, I will concur with the rave reviews here and add one personal note. The simple, raw, satisfying parts like the coffee and the magical conversations you describe contrast disturbingly with the vague uncomfortable parts like "life happens," almost like an elephant in the room. Powerful writing...and disturbing. It would seem that the "life happens" part is not the part you wish to remember. Thanks for making me think here.

[Chris]

She loved her eagles and West Virginia mountains and always dreamed of flying beside and with them... and looking down as she swooped the thermals. She died inches at a time ...knowingly. Losing bits of her nows AS we talked. Yeah, life happened... in all its vague and uncomfortable parts.

[blue cave]

powerful stuff....very courageous poem Chris

[Chris]

no... just very, very real...

[blue cave]

reality certainly takes courage...imho

[Corset]

outstanding...what more can I say to describe the feeling of this, its beautiful, to be sure, but more than that , it's remembering, and it is so important to remember when love loved you too.

[softlyfall]

Your words are so blind with heartbreak that they stumble into one another, then look up and remember, the synthesize and part again, reseaming the scars that map the journey if the poem.
A flow similar to a recurring dream.
The thing that is the most remarkable is the the painful catalyst but what remains, and that is a poet who can feel that much in the first place.

[ms. barrie]

i agree with Andrew...this is a stunning masterpiece...
your imagery your pen captured with this write, leaves
the reader's soul sighing, with memories.
i love the format and you captured the topic at hand
amazingly! i thank you for sharing ! ~ xo

[Chris]

I was listening to one of yours as you paused here... come by anytime at all.

[ms. barrie]

i'll be sure to visit more often...i'm slow on the uptake due to trying
to gather thoughts for new writes...wishing you happy writings :))

[Chris]

You as well miss. barrie - you as well...