"Along Came Wednesday..."

"Along Came Wednesday…"

 

It's nearly quiet now -

raindrops barely continue to hit-and-miss 

across the skylights and roof,

though still beading up on the window panes 'til

rivulets flow and fall away in the wavering dark.

No lightning

just lamp reflections shimmering

along gossamer strands of woven myst.

And the mind flows on…

 

Another 3 A.M. moment just passed

and here I sit remembering how

to breathe again

as the ghosts crowd close

and the edges of my vision fade into black.

 

I can hear my breath

each pause …and start…

and end - but it doesn't

…end….

it and I continue

and the thoughts

…continue

and the rain continues

and sometimes you don't really WANT

to remember

how to

…breathe… again

but you do.

 

Smiles always seem to fill the tears

that join the mysts

that walk the nights

that leave behind so many dreams

and wishes that you held

so very, very       tight

'til your mind remembers

what is

and isn't anymore

…and the next breath begins…

and THAT ghost fades…

into the next and next and next.

 

The Cheshire Eyes looking in

fill the pains with rainbows

and the unicorns dance and dance

while the faerie folk play

'til your heart leaks all over again…

and as the rains fall behind your eyes

the fingertips curl

and make gestures through the air

and the MAGYK…

the MAGYK WEAVES anew!

And each yesterday is a “now”

And that “now” fills each pause

'til the next start takes it away…

 

…leaving me to remember

how to …breathe… again…

and now it's 4 that’s passed.

 

Chris

Author's Note

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Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

as i am reminded of "Wednesday Morning 3 am" by my favorite duo---and their harmonies that beat softly like the rain on your roof in this poem...and the memories that we welcome even when we don't---and what we remember that we don't want to remember because there is the mixture of joy and sorrow---
and the pain beating against the pane...

and yet you somehow give us a soulful, peaceful moment here...feels like the one that comes after writing a poem that might offset the sadness just a bit---by just letting it out...and knowing what we are capable of doing that.

[Chris]

We are already up - you and I, and the thoughts leak as they always do... Sometimes the pen is dry but never the mind and seldom the "I's".

[Penlady]

I can relate so well....that.....thru the night stuff.....listening to absolutely nothing but the thoughts that remain so damned loud...so I am as physical as I can possibly be during the day...and if sleep evades me...the TIRED gets me.....also adopted a kitty just for the oxygen balance! (I am still very involved with my daughter who is very ill but am lifted watching her take wonderful photographs and living her life with our help) Missed CAFE and here you are again!

[Alfred Kukitz]

A faerie dust of magic settled on my eyes. What weaving of this tale can surely embrace the soul's tale? Find me here with you on inhale and exhale, I can only say what wonder your words have been.

Remarkable Chris!

Regards,
Al

[Ruth]

Such a gathering enters the very aura of our being...you pause me...simply that...beautiful...

[Saruwa]

Wow. This is just so beautiful, so melodic.
I love the word choices here, not only because they ring together but because they hold such a nostalgic way of writing. What a masterful piece of poetry!

[Saruwa]

Also, would I be correct in surmising you are from Ireland or the Scottish Highlands? You're writing resembles the Gaelic form of things.

[Chris]

Welsh - I've been told, and I have wandered some countryside leaving my own footprints where the ancestors trod.

[Saruwa]

how marvelous!

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

This is so magical, yet so real. All is, but that 2nd stanza is so perfectly expressed about how the memories and contemplation begin - especially when rain and the wee hour are present. It so quiet then, and the quiet has a way of shifting time and as you say "the edges of my vision fade into black". I love the wisdom and gentleness in your work. Always a wonderful read that touches my heart and brings my own ghosts a bit closer.

[Chris]

Hi Claire, we have our moments where the ghostlets nestle close...

[Country boy183798]

Our memories define us, shape us, and haunt us! Sometimes there are memories and stories we wish we could just forget or unwrite, but we know that they'll be forever there. A very beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing it.

[Chris]

Life has this way of touching ...happening.

[Country boy183798]

It does indeed.

[barleygirl]

Your description of the rain in the 1st stanza is very realistic & seems to last forever, to mimic a sense of waiting. Your 3rd stanza is the most graceful & poignant way of admitting to suicidal thoughts, something that's very relatable. Your twist in the 5th stanza comes as a complete surprise & at first I'm not welcoming this abrupt change in tone. However, the descriptions are whimsical & original, so then I got used to the change. This feels like a very palpable & visual journey thru the middle-of-the-night blues.

[Chris]

Very thought-full pause you made... I'm glad you did ...pause.

[Matching Socks]

Is that the hour they call the witching hour? I think there's truth to that.
All the painful memories wet my bed with tears on some nights.
What I like about this is that it's real. I could step into your skin and live it.

[Chris]

You just did and ya know it...

[Matching Socks]

Yup, I guess I did. :)

[Chris]

Come by any time... you're always welcome

[David Scott]

I really enjoyed this poetry Chris.
Personally, I can relate to the "magyk" of 3:00 AM. It is a time of night when a man's childhood can catch up to him in a fond embrace...

A little thought about breathing finds the edges of my mind as I read this. When we are in pain, we tend to hold our breath... A woman learns how to "breath" to manage the labors of childbirth. When men learn to breath, we have to let go and observe our pain from an objective perspective. This is not easy. Yet, to birth the tomorrows of our joy, we must re-learn to breath; I think.

Thank you for such a stimulating write.