"It Became Tomorrow..."

"It Became Tomorrow..."

A Poem by Chris
"

It 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 Chris


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this brought me a moment back in time, I sat with it for a moment and gathered it in again, rolled a few tears...good morning beautiful......

Posted 5 Years Ago


This reminds me a bit of the old 'beat' poetry. 'spontaneous bop' I'd love to hear this one read aloud.

Tom


Posted 5 Years Ago


Hello Chris, what do we have here?? You seemed to have captured so many emotions and feelings here.. looking for the lonliness?? Is it there too? but, what a reflection of the thoughts that can meander through our minds in a single day..To bring me hope of tomorrow. Well done, I enjoyed reading :-)

Posted 5 Years Ago


Susan 🦋

5 Years Ago

Ah, I was thinking ...prehaps in the lonliness...we find hope of tomorrow
Chris

5 Years Ago

I don't want to "argue" that one... hope is all many have.
Susan 🦋

5 Years Ago

agree completely
Its amazing how large of a swing in outlook can be accorded us in 24 hours. I go to sleep thinking about work and it plagues me until morning when I write a list, and the list is never as daunting as my dreams. Stopping to realize we are still living, breathing and able feel never seems to happen and then you read writing like this and realize that we need to take the small frame off of the big picture and take a long hard look. Amazing thoughts here.

Posted 5 Years Ago


And the beauty of the heart remain if nothing else stsys the same- the deep hollow ache of all the wondering thoughts and questions waiting to be answered the beauty of a knowing heart hold fast to what can be- just beautiful🌹

Posted 5 Years Ago


How can something so profound be so correspondingly enlightening & beautiful too... you do so make me wonder Chris... N

Posted 5 Years Ago


Neville

5 Years Ago

You are quiyte wryte abyt shyt Chris.. blink and ya can be up to ya nyke in it... N
Chris

5 Years Ago

chuckling here ...yep
Neville

5 Years Ago

yep me too... :)
Hey, Chris. It's been a little bit, but I find you from time to time. Read you from time to time even If I don't leave a comment. I had to this time. I read it twice. It strikes a cord. These days more than ever, thanks for this one, my friend.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Chris

5 Years Ago

Anytime Rene` my friend, anytime at all...
I am new here, so I will not at this time express just how personally this poem spoke to me this day when I read it. I am now going to find myself wandering through all your poems just to see how marvelous all of your work truly is. Thank you for a journey to look forward to.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Chris

5 Years Ago

You are welcome at anytime... I appreciate your thoughts.
Love! I don't always understand others writings but you struck the cord with me. Not only written well but understood well here!!
Really great write. Thank you for sharing

Posted 5 Years Ago


Chris

5 Years Ago

THAT was just how I felt reading YOUR post - the realness was right there.
ahahaha and then it tomorrow again :)))))) what a lot of musings in a good morning beautiful ..holy moly ... such a complete package of human stuff says i! i go full circle through all the unsettlings and end smoothly ...yet not quite and it is another good morning become tomorrow day ... yikes! enjoyed reading .. i refuse to be lured into deep thinking at this time however ... i am on me second cup of coffee ... right here at the Cafe' ...top o' the mahrnin' to ya Chris! enjoyed reading!
E.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Chris

5 Years Ago

"And a Good Morning to YOU E. as well!"

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