"Dominoes..."

"Dominoes..."

I didn't whisper your name in my sleep...

thought a bit
wandered a bit...

gazed out my inner window - a bit...
but I didn't whisper your name.

I watched the sun rise -
didn't blink
didn't flinch,
FELT the heat grow
as inch-by-inch
the slow burn felt good and right -
and night was day

- there is a heaven in hell.

No good deed goes unpunished
- we're responsible for the world
- we make momentary ~ choices

and the world turns and the dominoes -

realign... just to fall and fall
and the last one over - kicks the first one back up
and on-and-on 'til
a new pattern is breathed into existence

and as the eyes open
the falling rebegins.

At points we cross
intersect
touch
intertwine and act
react
turn on emotional dimes
and wish we could breathe...

and find we are - breathing
but not as we thought

or wanted

or to someone else's should...

just and barely breathing
gulping - fits and starts and ends
pausing and falling again...

...I didn't whisper your name in my sleep
but we both know
I don't...

sleep.

Chris

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Liza]

I like that you chose a domino as your imagery. The block is dark with circles of "light"; as you described - this is the struggle within; we may call it hell/heaven, desire/discipline....they all bring us to some sort of balance but the struggle is feeling the two that makes us lose sleep according to whichever fixation of the love/hate relationship we weigh in.

[Crowley]

Sometimes the breath of knowing is louder than our real breathing. Despite the little truths in our lifes (relative to context really) that breath we breathe when looking out of that inner window is the one we need to pay attention to. Nice work....

[Judy Ponceby]

Amazing flow of thoughts and images, and the Dominoes falling is brilliant. Enjoyed this very much.