"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

[Insight "MH"]

Reading this brought me calmness, It made me touch the mug, smell the coffee, feel the wind and see the sunrise.

[Woody]

breathtaking! what a treat! I felt this in my bones. don't know what else to say. I'm overwhelmed. that's it. overwhelmed.

[JayceeC]

Chris, these three parts fit together seamlessly. They really are about one thought, or perhaps a flow of thoughts because life is not always easy, and there are memories that must not be forgotten. The only way to keep them alive use to take them out for careful examination from time to time. And the pain is worth it because it lets you know it was real, not just a dream. And that insignificant banter and chatter wss the world. Goodbyes really don't change things, and maybe not discussing endings allows us to stay in the present and enjoy it.

[Cherry]

Oh my. I read this three times very slow. I will read it again slow. You touch a quiet place in me with this. I could feel the silence around you as you described the fingertips grazing your cheek. I can see the steam rising, hear the tapping. I love this. You gave me names as some of the finest poets here, I'm adding yours. Thank you for a touching experience.

[andrew mitchell]

Chris, you are a Master poe in poetry for this write which makes you a black belt in poetry. Loved this write, brilliant. What a kick!!

[Terpsichore]

A stream of thought made conscious and gifted life with the precision of a master artist's brush.

I will remember reading this.


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[patricia]

I like the way you unfold.
You seem to be able to capture encounter in all its elusiveness, those things - we don't miss till they are gone, and how we go on.
Favourite verse
You've got your mountains and the eagles
and I've coffee and the sunrise...
.Glad I looked this up. It's raining outside, I hate having the light on in the day.
Break up from Work Wednesday. I'm straining my neck like a tortoise for then.
People like you help me not miss the day I'm in.

[Chris]

That was the nicest thing to say... thank you.

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Chris...this is absolutely stunning. So touching, so beautifully written...so precious...
You out did yourself with this one. It definitely reaches out to the heart of the reader.
Amazing artistry, sir :) oh, by the way, I'm keeping it :)

[Viv Wade]

Ah yes, after someone vanishes from our life, although we move on without them, memories of them stay with us. This piece struck a chord with me - so many memories pop up unbidden each day, to remind me of the many people I've lost. Nice write!

[Valentine]

This hits home with me since I lost my husband in 2013. Another Christmas without him, another pot of coffee and he is not there to share it with me. A new year coming to welcome alone...this hits hard and is going into my favorites. Thank you. Valentine