"The Walk..."

"The Walk..."

A Poem by Chris
"

A few thoughts on a theme...

"

"The Walk..."

We spoke a bit -
in written thoughts
holding each our imagined hands.
and it was nice
and it was warm
and each felt the other's smile

and then we paused -

as the day intruded
the world  beckoned
and we moved on...

"The Walk..."

Would you be "a little girl" with me

or the young woman 

or the just what?  as we walked. 

Would you hold my hand,
run ahead,
mildly stroll along,
just walk beside? 

Would you pause - with me,

flow past me,
float hither and yon - lost

  in your own wonder and thoughts? 

Stand close - arm entwining,
share a view, a look, gaze, stare...
perhaps smile

Would there be words? 
Silence? 
Would we listen to the world or place? 
Would you listen - to me, to yourself?
Would we be a we or just a you and I -

or just a you or just I? 

If I saw your eyes it would mean you looked
  at me - looking at you...
and if I didn't would it be I didn't look,

or you didn't look,

or each was afraid to look

or either just didn't want ...to see

  an other looking into a me.

"The Walk..."

Wandering the aisles
so many choices
flavors, things... branded and nots
Drinks, bags of heaven
or perhaps late night "hells"
cans and bottles - shapes to fit every

whim - any whim...

An aisle of bread

loaf after loaf -

styles, flavors - bagged, protected
awaiting

  choice.

I used my change the last time -
at the checkout...

people got angry - waiting
the clerk looked with impatience

  and a huff...
I get hungry too... ya know?

"The Walk..."

"Amazing grace - how sweet the sound..."
one step then another and another
- feel your heartbeat -
another step - another...
its heavy but you CAN do it -
are doing it -
another step - another
- almost there, almost, almost...
another step... pause... breathe
turn in towards...
timing now...TIMING

lowering, lowering - there, the base is holding
release
straighten
breathe
"...that saved a wretch like me........."

"The Walk..."

It isn't as easy

to find
places

to just - wander at whim
pause as you want
hell, even WANT to pause AT
anymore - it seems.

You get these looks
from others

if they don't know you,

and its THEIR world you're in

- intruding, trespassing,
- their sidewalk or path or berm.

Being a ghost
just isn't easy anymore...

"The Walk..."

... ... ...
and on.

Chris

© 2012 Chris


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The words are in my in at least the curbs of the walkway, how you tend to lead your readers byt he hand, I must tell you, I like it, well done, good read.

Posted 12 Years Ago


thanks for the stroll, and the long life song

Posted 12 Years Ago


Meeting with words...walking with ghosts. Seems like much of what happens on here is that, exactly, isn't it? Connections are ethereal, and desire for more and better follows the same patterns as those in the flesh. And through it all, the potential for misunderstanding, for missteps, grows as the relationship does, because this is a "ghost" space, an in-between space, a place of mystery and mayhem and magic...it's the luck of the draw, eh?

These are the things that come to me when I read this...

Posted 12 Years Ago


walking the walk is different every day. I had a college art professor, a smart and talented man in his I would guess at the time, mid to late thirties, I twenty. Many times I'd arrive at a similar time he did, and found myself walking about fifty feet behind him into the art building. What amazed me every time is how he looked around him as he walked, like he'd never come that way, never been in the building before, never seen the people and things he passed before. At my age I thought how funny, comical even. Now, many many years later, I see the advantage of looking at the "places you are" like you've never seen them before each time. In the right time, the right mood, the right mind... there's always more to see.

As you've so eloquently expressed in this piece.

Posted 12 Years Ago


touching and heart tugging, nicely expressed. Thanx for your review and time on my piece.

Posted 12 Years Ago


IT'S HARD TO WALK BESIDE A GHOST .. AND IT HURTS WHEN YOU BECOME ONE ..
"AMAZING GRACE .. HOW SWEET WERE ALL THE LOOKS, AND SMILES .. ..

I LIKE THE WALK ... JAZZ :)

Posted 12 Years Ago



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