"A Series Of Thoughts - ...footsteps sounding on old cobblestones..."

"More thoughts just fall with the rain..."

Sometimes there really aren't words to frame what you want to say - or have to say.  At 3 AM - when you just NEED to walk and let your mind flow as if

"...footsteps sounding on old cobblestones...
eves that ne'er seem to reach mornings."

White noise
a world of - white
noise...

Adults play at being children
children as adults
so much wanting
so few having.

I think of ghosts
but not the spectral kind -
I feel the ones that lost themselves
and now haunt the world
wishing they hadn't
-whatever it was.

Time makes us second guess
everything and everyone
and forget what we felt
and all the reasoned why's
for what we did.

I so want to be -
"noticed"
echoes so soulfully
agelessly
within every breath taken
and leaking out from every pore.

"I'm lonely" cries the crowd
dancing to the concert's beat.
"See ME - please, please, see -
ME!!" - "Hold ME!"
"Touch ME... let ME TOUCH YOU!"
Let me BE you cause I hurt so bad
and don't want to, need to, have to -
HURT
so bad all the time, if only I didn't have to be -
ME...

I hear you... feel - you
feel AS you
am as you...
cry for you and
me
too...
its what we as poets do -
cry sometimes
laugh sometimes
hold hands and dream - sometimes
wish and leave hope within.

We see the memories
of stardust and moonlight,
love's inability to mean "...no...",
and the afters of each "... God, YES!".
Tenement after house
after apartment after campsight
after any sight and bridge, bank, woods -
and all the grand making-do's within
so tomorrows may come.

I and others touch without touching
often and with intent
because its needed...
it's NEEDED
to sometimes just breathe one-more-breath
  or make it to one more sunrise
and to let tears silently fade
as night fades-to-light.

The tracks remain -
traces always do...
but hope grows again
and hearts FEEL again
and in an eyes' smile there is just a chance
each COULD touch a dream
and feel the stardust within
and let the moon's light glow
in their soul
...again.

...and if not, well -
I still held you close and soft
if only while you had a breath -
a mind's-caught-breath,
til you had to leave.

It what we poets' do -
listen and care.

Chris

Author's Note

Listening to the rain here...

Reviews

[olla]

sometimes even the poets need someone to listen and care..

[J. J. Nightingale]

Jazz ..........

[Barbara H.]

I love rainy days
.....better a rainy night
your poem here
has deep, deep insight!
To read your poetry is getting to know YOU!

[roarke]

and people can't see you crying in the rain. I haven't seen free verse say so much in between the words. And well said at that. So many feeling thoughts all swirling at the same time, within the events of life, do you acknowledge them or ignore them? CAN you is the better question. You put the reader THERE, puts the reader through those stages of life, a life you've come in on during the rain, in the gale of reverie ,emotion and creation. Powerful stuff.

[Kenneth The Poet]

One of your best, Chris. A solid work of free verse inspired by a time of day when the normal people are resting.

[asdarkeyesclose]

'and to let tears silently fade
as night fades-to-light.'
Loved every line of this. This was full of insight and touched on so many areas of life. The section in bold at the beginning was my favourite though -great contrast. Impressive !!

[Joiedevivre]

thundering write. Really intuitive and easily relayed, in the most beautiful of impulsive ways. That's what poets do.

[Teri B]

It hurts to live inside your head all the time...the heartbeat is louder there!

[sharonlee]

...some breaths will always be remembered....and longed for.... thank you for sharing...resonates profoundly.....

[Emily B]

oh, wonderful, always intent-full to listen to you