"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

[jennifer little]

great work on this one well done loved it!!!

[patricia]

I still watch the sun rise
...her sun rise
I loved those lines, it was a great other-view, sometimes I never think of others seeing the pictures I see. Thankyou.

[?]

Such another beautiful piece Chris, Such depth
I love the way you can describe your thoughts so clearly.
Remembering does trigger remembering....
Life is sensual,
desire - ageless...
the need we feel
doesn't fade,
and loss isn't less keen now than then.

[rwar ish me]

this is very nice
with a good flow,
to me this is just breath taking
~Amai

[Penlady]

Remembering triggers,,,, remembering like truning pages in a diary...journal...one took the time to write....

[Teri B]

This resonates more deeply and personally than you can ever imagine!

[Wendy Seames Garner]

Thanks for steering me to that poem, Chris, it was powerful. In your poem, I liked: New worlds -
to be explored,
This the way I feel about the afterlife.

[Desert Dreamer]

So beautifully written...your words sends me off into my own memories. I really enjoyed the sun visualization.