"A Coffee Minute..."

Its another Saturday,
  another morning,
    another mug of coffee -
    tabled, heat blooming and fading into the myths
    of oblivion.

I'm thinking - yeah right... but I am
of just how I am
and just how my mind assumes -

so many everythings
and so few nothings.

I get a tad - rowdy,
within my mind
because so many have so much they reallyreallyreally
want to shout O U T - if only to the moon
-baying their hurts and wishes and dreams and wants
and all the damn ands you or I can ever imagine...
and they go and hide it all
HIDE IT ALL!!??!!

in a flowery, opaque, understated, overstated,
pompass and assuming, metaphorically, metamorphically,
symbolically, cryptographic-kaliedoscope-image so obfusticated
even GOD chuckled... and I'm supposed to appreciate it????
understand???  'get-it'???

...and then theres me... sigh
and I can so easily do IT too
- and have... in moments of sheer

'jones-ness' - just because I can.

"A Coffee Minute..."

I know
I can be confusing
to you -
while to me,
I'm clearer than a Dakota night sky.

I've wandered
and wondered
meandered
and stood.

Whispered and
SHOUTED
and listened to the echoes
of voices.

- even my own -

I've touched the many 'faces'
of God and life
and been 'touched' in return
and still
know
there's more.

Walk with me a little?

Taste the rain -
FEEL
the wind
the fire
heart
heat
hurt
cold

the light and dark

...moments -
just moments.

For just a little while
BE
near enough
close enough -
to know
- enough -
to taste
enough
to somehow SEE -
the you in me
and KNOW you're not alone.

Chris

Author's Note

Say as you like - feel free

Reviews

[Ruth]

This reached me...mirrored and reached, no other word for it but reached, yes...xx

[olla]

and still.. my fear lingers...

[Emily B]

I went to a poetry series a couple of weeks ago . . . one of those open mic things where you sign your name and stand up in front of a couple of hundred strangers and read your words into a microphone. I didn't feel like I quite fit in. But as I read these words, I felt like they would have been right at home with all the wonderful poets I heard there.

[Robin]

Im an eclectic writer , and I have to be , writing in so many different styles , because of all of the things I have touched and have touched me .
And I admit, I "hide" things but it is only from those who have yet to reach the point of understanding that meaning is more than the words .

I can wrap your "Coffee minute" around my own heart , I hope you see the me in you also .