"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

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

My incredibly talented friend, your words are molecules that radiate from your life-force- real, living, bleeding, crying, hoping...profound and powerful stream of consciousness from a poet who wears his nerve fibers on the outside of his skin where they tremble with every current, every nuance..'I've listened to your silence". Because you can. Empath, genius, I laud you humbly.

[Chris]

Careful, I'll get spoiled... how ARE YOU today?

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Hi Chris! You just made my day, so I'm good today. Moved to From NY to Florida last week, so left many memories behind- good and bad. Still adjusting. Hope you are doing better today- between your tears and mine, I think we could water the entire earth! Maybe we just need a good plumber-Ha!

[Chris]

You pick or was it picked for you? At least it's toasty.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

A combination actually. But we still have our place in NY also, so I'll be back and forth. North and South-quite a contrast from Yo! to Y'all...

[Chris]

Chuckling here... used to call em "Snowbirds" once upon a time.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Still do! I resigned from my job in NY, sort-of-retired (but nurses Never retire!), packed my pens (and husband and dog of course) and drove down to Dixie-Whaaaat? Here I am at 66 (age, not Route!) sort-of-starting-over. Scared to death of it. But wait, wasn't I at Woodstock just yesterday?? Still there, still there....:):)

[Chris]

Starting over is what we do - near all our lives...THAT is what adventure is all about AND where the "memories" come from!

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

I will remember that Chris- it made tears again though ...but happy ones...

[Chris]

Take care...laters