"When..."

Each of us has a version, an expectation - if you will, of just what "When" means.  I wandered this place - coffee in hand.  Looking, looking, listening, moving on.  Friends, strangers, nooks and grannies, lil cracks in the walls - windows all, windows to the world of all the places that aren't and yet were... and its Tuesday no less - figures, all visited, ringing so stridently in the ears...

The sounds of silence...

"When..."

When -
we forget

how loud the silence is

at 3AM, then 4 ~

at breakfast - as first a habit

- then just a chore

then an unwanted pause

then... you don't NEED to sit

- even at a table -

to listen...

to your silence.

 

When -

did you learn to listen to yourself?

Speak the unspoken -

listen to heartbeats echoing...

When -

do you realize being who you are

IS

who you are...

When -

do you look IN the windows

- rather than out?

When do WE

learn how to cry

- without a why?

When...

...all the never-ever-mores
forevers
- closed doors on times

on dreams
on moments, lives

...on the whispers

When?

 

I know

...now.

Chris

Author's Note

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Reviews

[olla]

when I was 6.....

[lei]

wow i like this... the sound of silence is deafening!!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Sense and scences read cleary and without shme in your wording, well done, good read.

[Wendy Seames Garner]

Oh Chris, this one touched me to the core, because I know all about the sounds of silence.

[Sahar moonlight]

Reading this, it makes me really wonder when.
each scenes you showed in the poem is really a point itself to wonder about and think when.
that was really a brilliant poem, with a rich meaning.
Thanks for sharing it, I'm glad that i got to read it.

[sharonlee]

Sigh.... missed you while I was away.....

[J Todd Underhill]

Well written my poetic brother. I had to put the show on the back shelf as my relief peson has had a baby and I am working all the open shifts... great for the paycheck bad for my sanity.

[asdarkeyesclose]

'on moments, lives
...on the whispers'

past or future, this is an emotional poem that explores us as people. you have a natural intuition for feelings, for what matters in life and write in a way that these things can be talked about and become universal. stunning work!

[roarke]

The "moment" is always now... frequently we lose sight and sound of that moment.
It's a vortex out there, a surging whirlpool, walking too close can cause immediate and unexpected consequences....

variables.... are more special and affective than we realize in those moments. It takes very clear eyes and sound centers to even let a splinter of that light in.

it takes a visionary such as yourself to hold the lantern up and lead the way....

[J. J. Nightingale]

I am not sure about "when" .. yet .. The un-spoken, seems hidden, even to me .. We each face our ghost and angels and dreams, in a different time frame .. Tic-Toc .. will there be enough time .. And will each whisper, and each dream forever be still, and silent .. and lost .. or given up .. I cling to the edges, because I can not bear another loss .. another ghost .. "When" is a very good question .. and Quest .. .. I so WANT to look IN the windows ! ..

Good to see you writing and sharing Chris .. Jazz