"A Quarter After A Life's-Time..."

Listening to echoes today

“A Quarter After A Life’s-Time…”

 

Sometimes the wind

flows across my face

and I CAN feeeeel it...

breathe WITH it...

taste being alive

...again.

 

And sometimes I know

I cried

because the chill

as the burning tears are wicked from my cheeks

- coats my thoughts in ice.

 

And sometimes I reach

to touch ...anyone at all...

because the silence is too loud

and empty is more than

…well, a state of mind.

 

“I caress the thorns -

so softly,

ever so gently…

with full intent of what dreams are meant to be.”

Because roses aren’t mine

wasn’t and won’t…

 

And I knew it - know it -

everyday in every way

with every word that can’t be forgotten

- just forgiven,

unheard you thought? - riiiight… overlooked

by the under-looked.

Each glance, shaken heads,

laughter for the poor fool

that knows …KNOWS…

what tomorrow was, is, and will be.

 

And me …I’ve listened to your silence -

Yes - YOUR’S…

with my Cheshire’s eyes…

 

Held OUR unspoken words so close and tight

while my fingertips bled

‘til the dripping, silken-red tears

cascaded through your thoughts

then falling - falling - stained sooo many.

…unending pages…

 

My eyes live a thousand-year stare.

 

It’s 92 (F) in the shade

(33.3C to those so inclined) -

and the sweat masks my face

as more and more thoughts

float and flow.

And the clouds…

the clouds -

dark edges roiling, bleak black Horizons.

Churning…yearning…

 

Whispers…whispers…

 

The clouds promise - such a sweet promise

of mind-chilling pause

as Shadow roams free across the world

and footsteps echo against my soul.

 

I miss…

I want…

I wish…

I… sigh…

Am here

…still.

 

Chris

 

 

Author's Note

Feel Free

Reviews

[Yari Garcia]

You, sir, are very talented. This was a wonderfully written poem. I enjoyed the imagery you used, and (again) the way you used punctuation and spacing to your full advantage.

Yari

[Chris]

Poetry IS an aural art... and the tones haunt...

[shallimarRose]

"And sometimes I reach
to touch ...anyone at all...
because the silence is too loud
and empty is more than
…well, a state of mind."

I sapose we coulddo this with each stana in you... This one also felt so deeply... just reaching for anyone at all to mask the thounderous sound of silence and fill a seeminly bottomless void... I am still breathless....

[shallimarRose]

Reading this literly took my breath away... The last stanza
"I miss, I want, I wish, I sigh"
YES,YES..... A sad longing for ....... alas, I am still here is what I felt so deeply.. Thank you for sharing your talent and heart... shal

[Chris]

Hi Shal, good "seeing" you again.

[Shane Blackheart]

It's been a while since I've been on here and read your writing, but now I'm reminded of how amazing your ability to capture emotion through poetry is. It's definitely no easy feat.

[Wendy Seames Garner]

This is unbearably sad, Chris. Words I darn not think about my lost daughter, for fear of what would happen to my mind.

[marilyn 1225]

empty is felt strongly in your magnificent writing the silence of a lifetime away from a loved one
we do sigh alive, well, and still silent

[ROXANE DORSEY]

awe yes i can feel the words in this poem, thanks for sharing your talents.

[Chris]

Part of the same way I liked the "Real" in yours Rocks...

[Norah]

I loved the feelings your poem gave me. You imagery is amazingly simple and your words bring warmth to the heart.

[Chris]

I'm glad you find worth to my thoughts...

[MomzillaNC]

Your words seem to echo the forgotten, in the spaces we don’t want to admit we know. This passage especially defines those echoes for me:
“I caress the thorns -
so softly,
ever so gently…
with full intent of what dreams are meant to be.”
Because roses aren’t mine
wasn’t and won’t…

[Chris]

Life has a "bite" to it... for us all. Nice seeing you again.

[MomzillaNC]

Indeed, life definitely has “teeth” to “bite.”

[L.C. Jarrette]

i don't know why, but as i read your poem.it felt so... alive. you are an incredible writer sir.