"A Rose By Any Other Name..."

A pause

"A Rose By Any Other Name..."

Life touches

and we get so lost in ...thens...

that our nows

forget the dreams

that brought us to where

they left us.

Tears burn,

dreams remind us of what we lost

and whens that no longer will be.

Pain heightens all we feel

'til the numbness seeps

insidiously within.

I watch each sunrise,

wander the world,

forsee the sun as it sets

in so many lives and places.

I taste futures come

and pasts go.

Follow the echoes,

whisper to the winds

feel the waves touching...

touching...

and know the "sands"

are filling in my footsteps

behind me

even as I find my way.

Chris

Author's Note

feel free

Reviews

[Ruby]

It was good . Deep and good

[Chris]

I'm glad you paused. Life has a way of affecting our perceptions and leaving its own imprint on our existence.

[The dark Hydra]

Pretty sure your rose is dead and so is your nose, this stinks hey, noseblind, noseblind we have a noseblind idiot here

[jacob erin-cilberto]

May I feel free to love this poem...

I do....but for me the first stanza could stand on its own.
"the dreams that brought us to where they left us"
we are so preoccupied with the past that we can't even see the present as it stands before us.
Like David Ignatow wrote in "Sunday at the State Hospital"

" I sit eating my visit sandwich
the one I brought him stays suspended by his mouth"
Life suspended in the present....all he has left is his past.
j.

[The dark Hydra]

You and no one else loves this poem

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

Existentialist view here as the speaker looks out embedded in the waves and winds of observation. Painful yet ensues more trust with the lethal delicacies such as birth of things, it's more shocking than endings of things. In the line " I watch each sunrise,
wander the world,
forsee the sun as it sets
in so many lives and places.
I taste futures come
and pasts go." The sunrise that metaphoric beginning of something like beauty and joy cannot be possessed but eternal. The fading existence and love the analogy of the footprint and the sand. Beautifully penned thanks again for sharing. sincerely your friend in writing and life

[Chris]

Each of us find our own way to over - look life and how it touches upon us and others. Hills, stones, mountains, piers, ship rails, fences, curbs... so many pause and ...see... eternity come.

[Just Kim]

intriguing write here, this is nicely penned and emotional

[Chris]

we are an emotional people... aren't we

[Corset]

the insidious numb, is there anything lonelier than that word, visited so often?

[Chris]

but visited so intently and true

[J. J. Nightingale]

Days and Ways, have expired..lost their beats and flow.

I dream little dreams, of special innocent ways
Of sunlit days I prayed would never end.

Alas all have gone into an unspeakable void..
Sound and senses are alive, only in my memories.

Take Care Of You .. ♥

[barleygirl]

This poem feels deeply melancholy to me. The first 85% of this poem shows us a narrator consumed by regrets & tough times . . . then at the very end, there's a note of hope. This person is scratching to find his/her way thru this & it feels like a ray of strength shining thru the morass (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Kirsty Hignett]

There's a bittersweet melencholy to this poem. I read it and it comes across as a poem of loss and past/missed opportunities.. yet there is a warm beauty to it, particularly in the latter half of the poem. Very nice!

[Chris]

Come by any time... and thank you.

[Kirsty Hignett]

You're welcome!