"Shards Of Me..."  Poem

"Shards Of Me..." Poem

A Poem by Chris
"

Even no answers are answers...

"


We don't fool ourselves... we really know - reality... it may SEEM we delude ourselves but that isn't it - in the least.  Even fools dream and clowns cry.  Tomorrow is the next breath - and it only lasts til the breath ceases... and it NEVER ceases for us in OUR minds - always just another... always just another...

"Shards Of Me..."

Chilly morning...
coffee... watching the world rise...
the life set... so many echoes floating by.

The rainbows don't fade.
I hear each one -
soft, clear, unique and
real... always real -
and they just don't understand
how real life is
and how eyes fade to black
even while hands - so very softly hold
and hold and hold
til they hold nothing anymore.
can't feel ANYTHING... evermore.

Dreamcatchers each and all - around -
and through and in
- the music isn't muzak... its just of children.
Generations and generations - each of us
come and awaiting gone.  Going, going - grown
and one and the next and the next..
Each grown to fading into
who they are.  Each and every tomorrow
is another face, another place,
another 's footstep taken in their dark.
Shared... b
reathing life... and heart -
and its what we dream and damn
the silences - close and crowd hard.

I wish I felt the sand
flowing free
whispering within the hourglass of me...
but I can't
too many wishes
too many dreams...
too many no answers
that I knew all along.
Too, too many cared for and heard...
Too, too many whose falling stars
falling and falling down
the inside of my eyelids
became me - marked me...
damned me
to stand on the edge
of each breath.

Chris

© 2011 Chris


Author's Note

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Just felt like drifting through some favorites.

Posted 11 Years Ago


circles of life.. I feel th circles of life in this.. and we really do know.. we just don't always want to.......

Posted 12 Years Ago


The cares of others, too many cared for and heard....and still it is what life is constructed of too much too soon or too much too late. Wonderful writing. You layer it all with a dominoe affect.....thoughts and words just keep movin....

Posted 13 Years Ago


I don't think you can express feeling real any better. Chris, your dialogue is real, honest, easily understood. Those silences, they do crowd hard.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Chris...I think I have just read one of the best pieces of poetry here..ever! lol I honestly mean that! I read this out loud with surreal flow and such depth of emotion and sat back to catch my breath! A love of words and reading this is transcending my dear friend! Wow!
I am in awe!
There is balance here........everything surrounding taken in or not....every beat of the heart....each step we are forced to take...never simple!
You have voiced this with comapassion and raw honesty...absolutely amazing love!
xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


I wish I felt the sand
flowing free
whispering within the hourglass of me...
but I can't
too many wishes
too many dreams...
too many no answers ....

I love this...and can feel it all far too well. All those falling stars behind the eyelids. Very fine writing!


Posted 13 Years Ago


you have a good way with words

generations and generations, generations and generations, we are all here waiting as the substance and self are moved toward the door, the universe expands daily, always same always changing... you are good with metaphor, the ideas and the music of the poem, good

Posted 13 Years Ago


My Goodness, This write caught my eye straight from the begining,
This is wonderful, actually amazing. Love the word usuage.
Awesome write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


... and each breath leads to the next... each thought... each feeling...leading to the next... even within the silence...
Shar

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Chris

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