"Sometimes..."

Morning.

“Sometimes…”

 

Sometimes there are no words -

just perceptions as you watch the sunrise.

There ARE birds - must be birds

you hear them.

And your head turns -

As you taste of the clouds

but they STILL scud by.

The gestalt holds me…

tight, yet with care.

 

My coffee cup sits

…empty… now…

but for the hint

of the dregs

- I don’t remember drinking,

nor the coffee either - truth-be-told.

 

A motorcycle peals by,

Cars whisper, trucks thrum.

…unseen as well… but here… here

Off-to-the-left-right

Distant yet …close… yet… yet…

Trees, shrubs shimmy-shake -

petals, leaves move as ghosts -

their movement comes as hints

as if echoes of another time - caught

within the mind’s wanders.

Dew?  Glistens… the grass preens,

brown, shriveled leaves dance and scrape the

rampway as rainbows form and fracture

And fall aside

as the air draws shivers from your skin.

…the rustling music of almost-Fall.

 

I’m thinking of words,

With words

And their echoes …sound inside

While outside - here on the porch,

my arms folded across the rail,

I BREATHE quietly so as to not disturb

- where I’ve been, with the where and when I’m at.

 

Awake and dreaming…

Sun’s rise.

 

 

Chris

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[J. J. Nightingale]

The company of dreams are welcomed
whether in sleeping thought
or through wide opened eyes
the mix is where I abide
reality blurred a bit .. perhaps
to soften and save my aged heart..

Good to read you again..
Jazz

[Chris]

Good to "see" you Jazz.

[J. J. Nightingale]

THANKS.. HAVE NOT WRITTEN IN YRS...

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i really enjoy this verse. the way it plays with sound and imagery was finely crafted. my favourite line: 'petals, leaves move as ghosts' really had me excited, the playfulness of the words used. while i feel you have a mastery over the language, we read towards the end:
I’m thinking of words,
With words
And their echoes
that even you have such doubts over your abilities was surprising. this really humanises the author and gives us pause to think. i found joy reading this work with its many clever attributes.

[Chris]

I wanted to thank you for pausing with me. I do hope you find more of mine to your liking. You are always welcome here.

[Arundass TP]

Numerous moments in this poem. Excellent writing. Loved it 😊

[Chris]

I'm glad you paused... come by anytime.

[Thomas W Case]

Such a beautiful scene. Superb work.

[Chris]

Thank you for pausing... I appreciated it.

[LisaCarol]

I’m a morning person and this really resonated with me. Your words painted a picture of a beautiful, Autumn day. Thank you for sharing your writing.

[Chris]

We witness our perceptions... good morning and pause anytime.

[GlendaK]

Hi, I love the way graphic details are given throughout and with every one I read, there is a vivid picture in my mind right down to the coffee dregs. Thank you.

[Chris]

This is what we do... share perceptions in a way that other's understand our sight. Thanks for pausing.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for sharing from your porch the beauty of your morning Chris. Quiet moments observing the natural environment, the colours, the movement, sounds and smells of your panorama, over a cup of coffee. Time well spent and yet many miss out because they do not take the time. If only they did, their lives would be enriched. Pleased to have stopped by.

[Chris]

Hi Chris, from Chris... Mournings are thought-full.

[MorganPark]

Curious…is there significance in the empty coffee cup?

[Chris]

It takes a while for a person to slowly sip a mug of coffee to it's bottom.

[Shawn Jahaffie]

"I BREATHE quietly so as to not disturb
- where I’ve been, with the where and when I’m at."

Beautiful couplet near the end there, very striking. The first stanza about the birds reminds me, in tone, of 13 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird, by Wallace Stevens. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45236/thirteen-ways-of-looking-at-a-blackbird

I also love the line about the leaves movements being like hints about something, somewhere out in the world that happened at some time, the ending effects of which are only visible through the movement of these leaves, now like ghosts.

[Becky R]

I rather liked this one … “thinking of words with words”..it’s moody!

[Chris]

And it's real as well... Hi Becky

[Becky R]

Even better , I like the real stuff !