Since yesterday: The tree 'cross the way took on its autumnal view; The grounds and path has become more debris empowered; The flow has smoothed and become more - hesitant. I wonder more... and see no less.
"September Morn..."
"Wanderer's Tea House & Cafe" so more than mere apropos.
A streetbench - people! every where - people. Such looks, unpausing - dare I speak, dare they? Any notice might end their world, change it, change them... And what of tomorrow as today slowly becomes yesterday.
So many conscious dreams flowing by. Life pausing - put on hold while each catches what breath they can.
I wonder what dreams will end and which continue - we don't plan most ends, we just survive them - as only we can.
Beautiful women know they're pretty - and yet - Pretty ones seldom have a clue...
Most guys aren't vain enough yet to know they were seen...
Wonderful vivid description...i like the part that says, "Dare I speak Dare they" so true, they might just want to be left alone or you might just turn their world upside down....I am a social butterfly I would have to smile or talk, LOL. This time of season just makes me even happier! Wonderful write!
'we don't plan most ends, just survive them' how true and can produce both positive and negative survival tactics but some of those unplanned endings can be just what is needed. Like the streaming flow of this one.
I love this. The pretty ones seldom have a clue. The question is if pretty ever qualifies as good enough. The poem inspires thought, invites the reader to share. The intro has some passive tense that doesn't enhance the beauty that follows. I wonder if the intro is necessary as part of the whole or if it would work better as an author note. Just my thoughts.
Wonderful write Chris. I think we may have been sitting at the same park bench. I wrote a poem about a month ago called Social, Ain't I, which is similar in tone to this one. Sitting stationary as we watch to world move by us. Great minds think alike, haha.
Love the flow. And your pharses are awesome!
I wonder what dreams
will end and which will continue-
we don't plan most ends,
we just survive them-
as only we can do.
reads easy. thoughts conveyed in a fashion of a familiar comfort zone. effect achieved through the lack of effort to produce one...like it. you're right, your style is all your own
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