"Walking Midnaught Paths..."

Sigh

I've gotten notes from a few - some are just taking a break - others got tired of some 'tudes… and a few really died - most have entered the universe of memory.  

 

“Walking Midnaught Paths…”

 

Life as we live it. 

So many chase…

sometimes even a dream

sometimes without a clue

sometimes relief from their own darknesses

…any tomorrow at all.

 

Some find hope

some …heart.

Some find their fears,

others a sunrise.

 

AND WE …

breathe and wander

our own paths

while we witness 

their existence in passing.

 

Chris

 

Author's Note

Feel Free.

Reviews

[Corset]

Love, eat, live, eliminate, die (and pay taxes?) things we all will do on those paths, no one is exempt.

[Diamond]

The last stanza speaks for both the above. Enjoyed muchly. Thanks for sharing!

[Anna]

I love this. Highlighting all our differences while essentially walking the same path. Beautiful.

[Jimmy Yetts]

The way of it.
More specifically, an observer's path.
Nicely portrayed!

[Chris]

It IS what it is... and how as well. Thanks for pausing AND the thoughts!

[poetgurl]

This is so wonderful, I enjoyed this write. very well written

[Chris]

so many have their own fears to address ...here IS a place for each to voice as they will.

[Katrina Mckeown]

Well penned my friend, indeed memories are an important part of life and lives.

[Sara]

I see you haven't lost your touch, Chris. Thought-provoking, as always :)

[Chris]

Been awhile, hope you're doing well.

[Sara]

I'm hanging in there..how are you?

[Chris]

I am posting a new one to answer that question... just checking its format at the moment.

[augustus]

Without a doubt, you need memories. No matter how or what they are about! Some may be more vivid than others. Well written Chris!

[Chris]

We don't know how we are remembered - or even if we might be. But many "Hope".

[gram linski]

great poem, Chris, I got a disconnected vision of people, friends strangers slipping past each other, all chasing their own dreams, with scant regard for ...

[Chris]

WE find a way that suits us - alone or shared. And some - a rare few - are aware enough to witness our presence as we pass on our ways.