"Moi..."

An after the holiday visit...

"Moi... "

A poem - created and read to 

"Mad, Mad World".

Another day older - 

grousable, morning aches

behind smiling eyes, 

and yes - a few pains

to walk with

chuckle over

and get by.  

Tools to "play" with

on a host of abnormal things, 

books to wander about, 

"goodlies" to munch over,

"spirits" to quest,

spices to replace and begin anew, 

memories to sit and sip through and 

"stuff" to ensure I do yet other "stuff" too.

Blue-ray-movies I didn't see when,

TV keepsakes to vouchsafe empty eves...

bits-of-binged existence to hide within

and breathe over, mull-about

...leave-a-wish nights.

Sitting and watching the tree spirits

flicker and swirl

dip and twirl

rise and fade to the brightest black

as expanding inward - the child-me

...breathes.

Chris

Author's Note

Feel free

Reviews

[junXion]

You really managed to sketch a wordpainting Chris. Its vivid yet vague, it's realistic and yet fake. Thank you very much. Sincerely yours, Jules.

[Lyn Anderson]

As always, a beautiful, simple, yet complex thought pattern -- you demonstrate both your gifts as a writer and as a perceptive person. We can marvel in the simple things and treasure the new year, take it as it comes -- better than worry, better than regret, just living.

[roarke]

It's essential to pause for these moments. I hope people still observe and relish moments like the one you share here Chris. This time of year is a good time. I try to find even a micro moment like these somewhere every day. The pause really frustrates the "crazy" in the world around. Thanks Chris.

[Ruth]

And the child-me is ever born each year, anew...

[Valentine]

Funny, the older we get the day cannot end fast enough. No more looking forward with hope...it is look backward and mope. Valentine

[Chris]

Chuckling here... Hi Valentine. Good hearing your thoughts.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, you wrote me too, Chris.

holidays past, they are but dreamscapes now...holidays present---i mostly long for them to be over once they begin, and for life to find itself back to the everyday normal...things are different now...just don't mean the same to me as they used to...the spirit is different---the wonder of it all, changed...i've changed...

maybe i am just a holiday leftover, myself.

j.

[Ken Simm.]

I can see this man as he sits. Because he is me. Have you got a hidden camera in my house?
That last line all I can say is ahhhh.

[Chris]

we ARE the I's of the world...