"It Became Tomorrow..."A Poem by ChrisIt does that sometime - ya know?“It Became
Tomorrow…”
Good
morning beautiful… seems
the wee early mornings mark our …transitions… into
the persons we become. Became. Are…
For
some - it's called stress - stress
…over… day-to-day; over
life's sway; over
self-defined singularities; over
all the ouchies faced, held in, let
out, dealt and undealt; our
own “apneas” - that
“bit-of-gravy”, life’s “broth”, midnought
tremors, minds’ whispers, our
own chilled whimpers… wish-full
echoes… empty arms…
And
ya know - for some its tears - never
endings… fears
- the shakes that haunt, the
‘MARES - the
sights, the sounds we …live… with survive
within, as
the unending echoes surround around
and ‘round and ‘round…
And
yet - Some
…watch as sunrise paints our lives. Watch
as coffee mysts rise and grow and
grow into the transparencies of our worlds.
Sometimes
we wander, wander
our night’s days looking
…pausing… looking, searching ‘til
pausing with yet another ghostlet - anothers’
understanding - of a what - of a who - a HOW continuing
has
become to be.
Remembering
who we thought we were touching
on our self’s dreams esteems…
wishing to hope again… dream
…again, knowing
nothing is ever as simple - or
free - or
…free… nothing.
Some
times it’s a wonder - that
we emotionally reach CAN
EVEN emotionally reach …out (and
in) - that we believe - that we hope - that the whispers
fill us with heat and heart - that we touch
and ARE touched …again. - that we ARE our
SELVES …again. - That we CAN ever
BE …again.
…and
then it becomes …tomorrow…
again.
“Good
morning Beautiful…”
Chris
© 2018 ChrisAuthor's Note
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