"Ever Hold A Rainbow?..."

"Ever Hold A Rainbow?..."

A Poem by Chris
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Questions and memories...

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What's important?  I mean it, "What's important to you?" and it CAN even be, "Who is important - to you?" I know what matters and mattered, and each whom so far, and all the whys - to me.  I've given "night thoughts" and footwear, callouses and blisters, and very real bits-and-pieces of me for my importances.  I've lived daymares, bit my tongue.  I've stood up in front of god and the world and said "Hell NO!"  I've put 'things' I wanted back on shelves and bought needs.  For a while I even stopped being "I-centric"... So "What's important?" to you.  Isn't it time you paused and really became aware?

To the "younger ones": you're growing - and its a pain yeah, yeah, yeah... bla-bla-blah BUT I'm not asking you what someone else THINKS... I'm asking YOU to think for yourself and right now - not tomorrow, or some later.  "What's important to you - for real and not some idealistic, book_expectation, lesson-plan dictated, philosophical-brown-nose bull or to-please-a-teacher-parent-boy-girl-friend or even your frickin dog... This is about YOU.  "What is important to you?"

As for the rest - well, take a minute.  Focus AND MEAN IT!  "What matters to you?  What's important?"

I didn't ask for ANY whys.  Nor am I trying to GIVE you any OR sell a bill-of-goods.  No hidden agendas.  No save the worlds or asking you to reach into pockets or wallets for crap... I'm just asking each of you to think and answer- for and to YOUR self, right now, "Whats really important to you?"

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"Are you done now?  Was that really so very hard?"

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"Ever Hold A Rainbow?..."

I buried Tweety - in a shoebox
it had cottonball cushioning - for eternity
and all of her tweety-things -
I knew she'ld be lonely and
need things to play with...

I buried her under the metal outside stairs
so the rain wouldn't make her feathers wet and
so the sunlight wouldn't get too hot
on even summer days.  

I held a full ceremony
my sister - Judy - was there...
we bowed our heads and everything.
Even had a moment of silence - for remembering
"Tweety"...
It was good and we cried
...and forgot - the way children do
and later remembered - the way adults do

and understood

how important it was to have,
to let go,
to remember ...what's important
and when.

I told mom when she got home from work

...but she didn't cry.
The birdcage ...went away
like everything else.

Chris

© 2012 Chris


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What's important? Loving my brothers and sisters, remembering our parents, being 'there' for not just family but other people, our community and, best possible, our world; trying to remember I'm not alone on this earth; remembering what i learned that didn't seem important at the time, like that itsy spider who tried, tried and tried again; following a path prepared to climb styles or turn corners; looking at silver seas and all-coloured clouds, knowing they touch all of us at some time in some form or other; remembering that love is not only passion but holding hands, whispering words in the night whenever ..

Your rainbow still shines and shines, so does your (Tweety) - and always will.

See what you do, you make people think and cry a little, smile and think even more.. bless you.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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one of the things missing today is exactly what you've illustrated here in your diptych. There are so many little stories, experiences, lessons, morals, bits and pieces of what it is to mature and become human because of our society, divorces, focus on technology, and the generational disconnect that makes the generation gap look like a hangnail.

it's the small things, related in any given moment of every day, setting in it's perfect time and place to make a difference, to make an affect on the parties present. We don't have that so much today. that's what the problem is.
You can't know what's important to you, if you don't know what important is in the first place.

Excellent piece Chris.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I hear your shout out .. ..

Reminds me of "Rose Bud" .. ..

(My answer can be said in one word "Love" ..)

Jazz ..

Posted 12 Years Ago


Great question~ An Epiphany will happen, (Hopefully)

Your story is endearing...childhood memories stay with us forever, it is to be cherished, no matter how sad..

Thank you for sharing... Your beautiful message is appreciated.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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