"M90..."
A Poem by
Chris
History...
"M90..." ...and I still love you things never change though they always do ...change bit of here... bits of there
pieces of every - where.
See the roadways... strips of never meet,
never see - lookouts along the ways
gardens of midnights whispers of wishes and sad silly ways of yesterdays
Chris
© 2012 Chris
Author's Note
Please check the penknives and icepicks! - shiver-shake!?!... at the door. And as always, dust pans and a broom in the corner for neat freaks.
Reviews
whispers of wishes
and sad silly ways of yesterdays
wonderful piece Chris
I agree...things never change
though they always do ...change
bit of here...
bits of there
pieces of every - where.
Posted 12 Years Ago
I will never assume anything about the man of gray and steel. This does make me stop and think about the many roads... traveled and less traveled.
Yours, Mine, Theirs, Hers
I am afraid they don't merge much after a bit of time has passed do they.
Ergo Carpe Diem!
Posted 12 Years Ago
I will never assume anything about the man of gray and steel. This does make me stop and think about the many roads... traveled and less traveled.
Yours, Mine, Theirs, Hers
I am afraid they don't merge much after a bit of time has passed do they.
Ergo Carpe Diem!
Memories of the past, what once was, could have been, never will be, but still our heart yearns for it. A sweet yearning.
Posted 12 Years Ago
Memories of the past, what once was, could have been, never will be, but still our heart yearns for it. A sweet yearning.
Poignant, and so futures out of the past, the same time. This one touched me, in it's simplicity, yet purity, and underlying grand meaning, as the perfect nothingness, returns, in moments of quiet, and nothing but "being"
E.L.
Posted 12 Years Ago
Poignant, and so futures out of the past, the same time. This one touched me, in it's simplicity, yet purity, and underlying grand meaning, as the perfect nothingness, returns, in moments of quiet, and nothing but "being"
E.L.
Past has a way of etching itself into corners we.can't.quite.reach. But then, more often or not that's why some memories are as precious as your words suggest. 'Sad silly ways of yesterdays' are the no ways we want to escape.
Beautiful language, tenderly put.
Posted 12 Years Ago
Past has a way of etching itself into corners we.can't.quite.reach. But then, more often or not that's why some memories are as precious as your words suggest. 'Sad silly ways of yesterdays' are the no ways we want to escape.
Beautiful language, tenderly put.
i enjoyed this, makes me ponder.
Posted 12 Years Ago
i enjoyed this, makes me ponder.
I have to say I really like the first verse. It says so many things about how we truly are.
The second gives me a reality check. Thanks Chris...
Posted 12 Years Ago
I have to say I really like the first verse. It says so many things about how we truly are.
The second gives me a reality check. Thanks Chris...
Love, like physics is energy created and once created..it is never lost. I think there in lies it's beauty
Posted 12 Years Ago
Love, like physics is energy created and once created..it is never lost. I think there in lies it's beauty
I agree, bittersweet. I like it, though
Posted 12 Years Ago
I agree, bittersweet. I like it, though
A lost love is like that, eh? Bittersweet, my friend...
Posted 12 Years Ago
A lost love is like that, eh? Bittersweet, my friend...
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