"A Touch Of The Sun..." Poem

A lil 25+ mile walk on a 'way-more-than-merely-toasty' day. packs and gear, quick pace, a bit-higher-than-hills, desolate as hell... a good substitute for Hell - actually.

...Its a beautiful door, I thought - smooth-planed oak planks that had to be hand-rubbed, then seamlessly joined.  Topped by stained glass insets to act as sun-catchers, multi-hued hand-cut marble trim.  Brass edging and doorknob.

It opened smoothly with just the lightest touch and gentle push.

"Hello?"

I moved slightly forward and stood in the doorway... waiting -

"Anybody here?"

Silence - only the silence answered me.  And still I waited.  The sun at my back casting a shadow across the now seen hardwood floor of a hallway that disappeared into deeper shadow.  Dust motes dancing in the light and the slight draft of heat flowing into and replacing the coolness.

Glancing left - a small ante-room table against a cream wall... a cut-crystal vase standing empty.  Some indistinct framed 'somethings' on the wall - hidden by the now encroaching sunlight reflecting off their glass.  On the right, more frames - though somehow oddly-spaced in groups, meandering off into the dark.

"A Touch Of The Sun..."

A little tired
right now...

somehow a wee bit dry -
lips rough but sticking together
catching on each other.

Tasting nothing...

strange how you taste nothing -
and knowing what nothing tastes like
should be a memory
but it never is.

Noise -
indistinct noise,
voices?  Maybe...
but its all echoes
I'm hearing echoes
cascading cascading
endlessly jumbling
falling, rising, flowing
on-and-on...

Focus...
focus on
something
anything...
step-pivot-step
is how you do it they said
step-pivot-step - that's it
"the mind is a terrible place to waste"
no - that's wrong
its a THING to waste
isn't it?  isn't it?

I don't feel good right now
I feel
feel
a wee bit tired is all.

Chris

Where DOES a mind go...
when it isn't home?

Ya know?
...I do.

Author's Note

say as you feel

Reviews

[bianca]

"Silence - only the silence answered me. And still, I waited." this is the part I loved the most cause sometimes we feel that silence is our best friend, but that can't be forever. We need some noise in our life, to make us feel we live. I enjoyed reading your words

[Chris]

You're welcome to come pause anytime you want...
is a good winter seen outside right now, goes well with coffee.

[bianca]

Coffee and a little talk with your friends:))

[Gee]

It reads as if the poet/ rambler is suffering exhaustion, the onset of delirium perhaps and is in need of both rest and rehydration. The descriptions of door, hallway are top-notch.

[Chris]

Was about the mind going its own way as the body went another - good take Gee. Was over 100 in the shade - and there was no shade nor breeze, just more and continued hill path walking.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'A Touch Of The Sun'
Chris,
Inner conversation; thoughts alive. This poem remined me of the way we all take in this world.
This style is refreshing as it shows that we live from the inside out. Inner responses to what world
we are in at any given time. Very cool way to give a peek at your place of mind.
Kathy

[Chris]

Kat, fancy finding you HERE... was nice. You go well with coffee.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Why thanks Chris. I think coffee adds sweetness to our lives. I bet you enjoy your java with cream, sugar or just black? I am at my desk and just chilling. Ha ha. Anyway wish you a wonderful day with a little fun for good measure.
Blessings to you writer friend.

[Chris]

Black... and strong

[sharonlee]

And on sleepless nights do we walk in another's dream?

[Chris]

When there is any choice at all... for some of us.

[olla]

step-pivot-step.. some how a bit disturbing.. I have to agree with Emily.. "into loving arms.."

[symmetryAsymmetry]

Wow...you are such an awesome poet...you notice such tiny details and potray them so beautifully...
I've always been a day-dreamer...existing in one world, living in another...even as a kid, my mind would wander off on a dreamy trip and would have to be pushed back into it's home by the jolts of the physical world...it would weave brand new worlds, far more intriguing than the one I existed in...
so I believe I know too...where the mind goes.
It goes through secret portals to the realm of nothingness where it can create entire worlds to escape to.

[sharonlee]

I felt this... it watered dry eyes and lodged in my chest....
Shar

[Jeremy Baker]

You have a unique insight into the world you inhabit. You take experiences and elevate them to the extra-ordinary with such effortless skill - I have much to learn from reading your work.

[Emily B]

I hope

a mind goes home when it is tired

into loving arms . . .