"Monopoly..."

Spring is coming

"Monopoly..."

Gardens take two...

all the ones are lost in thoughts
of how another would be so nice if near,

and ...you can't point and say anything -
with no one to hear.

And beauty magnifies needing
and so diminishes having nothing to share.|

Peace?  - There is none as your footsteps amble
...directionless,
no purpose and without whimsical mystery.

The scents?

- if you're missing
I already KNOW what the scent should be
and as its not - well, it hurts all the more.

...and if you're unknown, unmet, unspoken to
...then - each - scent will draw me along
to empty nooks and corners
where nothing "belongs",
'til lastly there in the end - I'll stand
lost and wishing... and not remember the steps
- taken, turns unnoticed ..pauses - unseen...
breaths - untaken...

I'll just have missed MORE
in unremembered ways, unremembered days...
dreaming ...life.

Chris

Author's Note

Spring

Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

so deep in thought here i'd not want to disturb you. i too look forward to the spring. not long now.

[Wendy Seames Garner]

This speaks to me of loneliness, not being able to enjoy the garden (life) with no one to share it with.

[Penlady]

...I've been on the moon in my travels through life, but who's to believe if there is noone to tell, whose heart will swell with mine at the sight of the first hyacinth and the smell as heady as first love....
your "dreaming" provides spring visions...

[sharonlee]

Sigh... moves in untouched places of my soul...

Peace & Love

[Jack Isaac]

Hemingway used ants as a microcosm foreshadowing that which would occur in our human realm. This poem puts me in the shoes of an ant as the ground warms, I come out searching, but there’s no garden… not yet. The Monopoly? Hmmm... the seasons seem to own everything, control everything, even the armies... of ants.

[Teri B]

You DO evoke the spring, my friend...all that apparently aimless wandering and searching and dreaming bring in the spring as surely as rain does! :)

[Ed Hart]

yes spring, first we till the soil, then plant the seeds, then weed and weed until we are worthy

[J. J. Nightingale]

I talk to those I love, and loved .. A part of them is in my ground .. When flowers rise from beneath their winter, I remember why .. .. This Poem brings a tear, and was not what I expected Chris .. Spring reminds of beginnings sweet .. and how Love grew, and grew .. and blossomed .. into a forever garden of Joy .. Each scent may not be remembered .. and maybe many things will be lost, and many ones .. . Any season may be the cruelest .. and we may seem to take steps without any direction .. not going toward anything at all .. .. Perhaps we will be blessed , and retain all those sweet and lovely things, that being two, was all about .. .. Forgive my chattering .. Your words always bring so many thoughts .. .. This is a most special poem .. And I felt every word ..

Jasmine .. :)

[Emily B]

if you were coming in the Fall
I'd brush the summer by
with half a smile
and half a spurn
as housewives do a fly

[Tim Lion]

Beautiful....but a sad aura....longing wishfully, and a deeper understanding of the moods of Earth and people that I have not yet attained, but wish to.

Good stuff.
I'm keeping it to read later,
when I'm planting.
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