"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

[Clara]

You had me at
"'til your mind remembers
what is
and isn't anymore"

"as the rains fall behind your eyes".

We should all try to breathe... every now and again.
Thank you for sharing.

[...]

Chris, I'm here, been here for at least a cup of coffee now. Just here, feeling the MAGYK of your living words...breathing life all over the place...

[Rhia Barton]

Love how it reads like a story. It's almost Terry Pratchett-esque although that may be the 'MAGYK' telling me that, he's very persistent about magik with a 'k'. Very good read and I'm a sucker for poems with rain in it. Good read :)

[Chris]

You are always welcome to come by and pause, catch a breath...

[Lyn Anderson]

I feel the need to live mixed with the resignation that isn't the easiest choice sometimes. The appeal of your writing is the way it flows as one thought, very real and very understandable. A breath of something honest. :)

[Terpsichore]

'Wednesdays child is full of woe,' but clearly here this is not so, as I find this an uplifting little number.

I think an evening in a pub with you would be an interesting time. I like different and dare I say a little eccentricity; the world would be much worse off if we all marched to the same boring tune.

T

[J. J. Nightingale]

I sit up on stacked pillows .. hoping to somehow escape an ending...per chance to breathe...I leave the light on, to distract
from my dark..... there are ghost there.. and a gathering of living- lost ..
If I leave the TV on, it's not Tomorrow.. and I can savor each breath I OWN in this now.
Somehow, I remember all the words We sang, to those 60's tunes.. and the music fills
and touches my emptiness .. I am warm... and closer to Him.....................
Forgive me .. Your beautiful open heart and soul, always have an affect
on me.................... thanks for sharing.

Jazz

[EileenMarie]

Beautifully written! Heartache is a loss we all grieve in different ways. Sometimes Breathing is all you can do. Loved it!

[sharonlee]

I tried to save time in my pocket, for another day… but time doesn’t work that way.

I savored every nuance and breath of this... such soulful lyrics stir my soul.
Shar