"Watch The Sunrise..."

This came about as I listened to: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Siya1/932831/ Remembering had everything to do with my writing this.

"Watch The Sunrise..."

Remembering
triggers
remembering
triggers ...

...I sat a deathwatch with a friend - just this last November. She was quite a person... It became the ultimate "He said, she said..." and at the end - dissolution. We shared the creation of the world she was "becoming". At sunrise the silence was total... and the darkness complete
- the circle unbroken.

I still watch the sun rise...
her sun ...rise,
and others
and others...

With each brightening-
so many are "becoming"
more than they were.
New worlds -
to be explored,

remembered -
still other thoughts echoing within.

Sometimes all I do is stare

-that faraway gaze,

that stolid look into eternity's face

...and sometimes I hear the "birds" -
  distractions of the 'dawning'

- and sometimes not.

Sometimes I understand -

chuckling here, at me ...understanding
how and why the anger flows inside.
For what it means to have been me
when
things happened, were done, weren't done,
ended ...began -
. is merely my own "he said, she said..."
soliloquy.

Life is sensual,

desire - ageless...
the need we feel
doesn't fade,

and loss isn't less keen now than then.

We hammer edges into the walls of our existence to prop
perceptions for renewel and then ignore the views
so they fade and fade away into our darkness.
And its almost like a physical distance
- to look into our thoughts ...almost.

I want ...
I want to ...
its not about ...
its ...

Remembering

triggers ...remembering.

Chris

Author's Note

This came about as I listened to:

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Siya1/932831/

Remembering had everything to do with my writing this.

Reviews

[Tim Lion]

For the love of God man!

Your poetry is a trip. You're seeing these issues from all sides it seems. There eyes, here eyes, then eyes, now eyes, their eyes, your eyes, sometimes, it seems, you're looking right through the scope of a universe. Wild stuff.

This really touched me. The whole thing about worlds beginning, ending, changing for so many at once; and the sun stays the same...those sunrises and sunsets are like portals to the ones you saw then, and the ones you'll see later...if you make it. And. sometimes, we stare at those colors in the sky, and say, "I wish 'They' were here to see this with me." It can connect us with those lost; those, yet, unborn. The scope and breadth of the concept put forth is mind-jarring, heart-seering, thought-provoking stuff. I felt it.
T

[Ruth]

Your work embraces me and makes my aura relax! This is all consuming in the most intricate manner I have ever felt! Never a moment goes unnoticed with you, even the faded dawn has resonace in your heart and eyes, the hues of the day are constantly balanced in your soul and pen's deliverance of elegance..
I am truly always speechless at your words, for me...they release many a ghost and shadow and always welcome a pause, a slight nod of the head and a smile :)
xoxo

[Nautili]

This is very deep. I think it hit a nerve with me since my father has just been diagnosed with cancer. I have spent much of my adult life trying to come to terms with our relationship, or lack of one, and memories that we might see differently, from different he-she perspectives, seem to be stirring underneath. So this poem touched on a level that I do not often encounter.
Remembering can be a bit scary because you are right, one memory leads to another, and sometimes they are painful. Amazing poem.

[emmajoy]

Remembering is what we do best, at any time for rich or poor, in sun and snow; every season a moment for going back to learn and love and all. You've said it more than beautifully as if .. as if you've sat within a multitude of skins beneath a billion skies.

'We shared the creation of the world she was "becoming". At sunrise the silence was total... and the darkness complete
- the circle unbroken.'

[Michael of Gilead]

This i understand well, recent events....Love your style of writing.

More than anything here this impressed the most...
"We hammer edges into the walls of our existence to prop
perceptions for renewel and then ignore the views"

[WhiteWillow]

I love this piece. So many thoughts are swimming through my head right now: Aging, dying, living, the Circle of Life, the multidimensional connections of us all. A somber, introspective write.

[Jaweena...Eileen Quinta..]

"Nizhoni!" (Beautiful) write....you captured the essence of remembering! I especially enjoyed this part:
"Sometimes all I do is stare
-that faraway gaze
that stolid look into eternity's face
...and sometimes I hear the "birds" -
distractions of the 'dawning'
- and sometimes not.
Sometimes I understand -
Chuckling here at me...understanding
How and why the anger flows inside.
For what it means to have been me
when
things happened, were done, weren't done
ended ...began -
is merely my own "he said, she said..."
Soliloquy."
Loved it!!

[asdarkeyesclose]

'...and sometimes I hear the "birds" -
distractions of the 'dawning'
- and sometimes not.'

beginnings/endings, those emotions that weigh heavily, reflections on life as it is loved...fantastic.

[lei]

Life is sensual,
desire - ageless...
the need we feel
doesn't fade,
and loss isn't less keen now than then.

... beautiful verse...

[Penlady]

I tried to go to the Siya site you posted couldn't get it. Was disappinted.

[Penlady]

For the love of God Man! The YOUNG are enthralled with your vision. They, being young, don't realize, the older we get, the more time passes, the clearer, longer and wider the view is. I still say youth is wasted on the young. There should be a little left over for those "MOMENTS WHEN!"
I love your writing, your vision.....