“Wednesday Morning, 24 Oct. 2023…”

“Wednesday Morning, 24 Oct. 2023…”

 

Chris reviewed Marie Anzalone's poem Mending a Blanket.

 

Her work touched my reality.  Time didn’t matter.  And that IS the mark of a Poet - isn’t it?

 

I wish …I wish -

I - we - had spoken more

of any …thing.

Of anything I could hold on to

while the early morning's dew gathers

upon our empty coffee mugs

…and the table top glistens

…and my eyes are so clouded with mist

and memories of the yesterwhens.

 

Chris

 

Do you dream?

Of? Or perhaps if?

Whens or whys?

Shared or hidden?

Nows, thens, or tomorrows that might become?

 

Coulds have meaning.

Coulds have worth.

Coulds hold so many tears -

of neverweres and reaching hands…

of promises lost along our ways…

of paths and the fading footprints,

of Cheshire smiles and kitten mews;

of moments - touched -

and long gone by,

of moments wished

and their echoes stilling behind our eyes.

 

So many thoughts crowd close

this …mourning,

…of mornings - this day’s …breaking.

The pieces of this night’s passing.

The passing’s of this moment’s blending -

the silence …so loud…

as each breath comes and flows

like waves

- and crashes hard and long

upon

Me’s…

 

I feel the sun - awaiting.  Willfully pausing…

I feel my breath meandering across and through

the hairs of my arm - that specific …tickle…

that leaves you wondering “Wha?”

and looking down and wondering where did?,

how?, or even who, what …touched… me?

 

What IS a ghost?  What makes a …ghost?

Am I?  You?   We?  Ghosts and of what?  Thoughts -

wandering thoughts,

meandering thoughts,

lost but not forgotten …thoughts?

 

God’s crying - listen…

Tears rinsing the world from our roofs.

The waters of life flowing down the windows,

down the walls,

down and down behind our eyes

…filling us.

Filling the land, filling our being -

filling existence …with… beginnings

…and ends.

 

It’s late - or early.

Depends on my view or

perhaps on YOUR view…

I sense a “But.”

But my time doesn’t matter -

'cause it’s YOUR when …now…

as you read this.

 

Chris

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Brilliant work. Compassionate and wise.

[Chris]

Notice how none in the family wants our "stuff"? You hoard your "life" - the moments, fractured instants, laughter, surprise, tears. You hold hard to memories... and no one wants your "stuff".

[Neville]

for a moment .. I thought I was maybe having one o them deja vu moments .. but no .. I was wrong again .. what could possibly be better than such moments shared .. quite simply brill so Chris & I aint talkin fish.

Neville

[poetgurl]

Coulds have meaning.
Coulds have worth.
Coulds hold so many tears -

WOW!!! I love the deepness of this, I can feel this write.
I really enjoyed your words here.

[Chris]

YOUR words brought so many thoughts behind my eyes... I really did mean the "Thank You" Meg. Maria has had me as a fan for a long time as well... THIS is the power of posting thoughts at Writer's Cafe!

[Daz]

Magnificent writing my friend. It was a great pleasure to read.

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful lines. Excellent. Enjoyed reading 🙂

[Chris]

Life "touches" life...when and as it can.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

So well depicted of mornings filed with musings, of contacts made with a poet who moves another poet to the extent they write a poem in return filled with meaning.

[Chris]

My eyes listened to her - speaking - and wandered more paths afterwards... the power of words echoes as our minds reflect on our understandings of their meanings.