The trick to passing by unfortunate souls who are determined to stain your own path with their colorful mark...
The thousand yard stare.
We have seen it all, violence does not matter, silence is the end solution to a long line of unfulfilled resolutions...
What we are and what we wanted to be, so often caught between sleep and the fear of dreams.
Maybe I will slink to the middle of the line and hope for another go round before I join anything...
Excellently penned.
Posted 3 Months Ago
3 Months Ago
This is a thought-full comment and is appreciated. Thank you.
Isolation and memories are the best and worst pals. At first, I started to read your poem in a new year night, but slowly it drifts into a more serious and poignant alley.
"...with noon "midnights",
and midnight "sunrises"..."
Only you can do this!
-mou
I think when your friends start dying... and you stop getting phone calls and emails.... you realize that you are pretty much headed in that direction...I feel that way now,,, that the stare becomes longer and the abyss could take me anytime....very important concept for me....
Warmly, B
Posted 8 Months Ago
8 Months Ago
So few remember - that it CAN be anytime at all...
Me too my friend. Yes Chris. I have become the oldest in the family. Old friends, my mentors voices and laughter are missed. Powerful and worthwhile thoughts shared.
Coyote
Posted 8 Months Ago
8 Months Ago
The hardest part is 7 places empty at the 8 place dining room table.
8 Months Ago
I remember my grandparent house. The big dinners. Family re-unions.
As you say, life as we live it….with friends falling by the wayside until there is only one left standing holding all the memories. It’s a sad reality of life. Poignant thoughts.
"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so.
"Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020
I'm back and working on. I've been.. more..