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This is another 'old one' - returning to light...
"A Unicorn's Daydream..."
I am not lonely,
not lonely at all...
but I am - alone -
a lone child
of 'unasked' tomorrows.
Teddy bear, tiger,
silly green flat turtle,
violet lil cat - all crowd round.
Whispering within, smiling softly,
reaching, stroking, touching and...
touched.
Loving - loved and unloved.
Wished hard on a 'falling' star -
but knew it wasn't mine...
always knew, it wasn't mine.
I have friends -
memories of 'laughing' Elmo,
'boinking' Tigger,
Mouseketeer 'ears',
clothespins that died in 'unplanned massacres',
'Magic' card heroes,
generations of Trek,
Heinlein's whispers,
Card's laughter,
King's fear,
Whyte's could-have-beens,
Turtledove's never-weres.
So don't cry for me
'cause I'm not lonely -
just alone.
Chris
Tags: Poetry Writing
This is an old one... returning to light.
"...And The Unicorns Really Were..."
I found my sunrise
in your eyes,
was kissed
by the warmth
of your heart,
was caressed
so tenderly
by your soul.
Our 'moment'
has begun,
everything has grown
beyond what once was
to become the unknown...
that we always knew
we shared.
We lived
in our dreams
and wished -
as our tomorrows
passed us by...
yet found our today
in each
the other's arms.
Chris
Tags: Poetry Writing
"My Valentine..."
If ever I pause
to touch a dream
...again
I hope she understands
WHY
I gave her the cheese and crackers
with bits of apple -
and sipped chilled wine
as we lay in bed
then
turned out the lights
and snuggled close.
Chris
Tags: Poetry Writing
"Hugs From Me..."
I - such a lil word
a tremendous and captive desire for -
any or every thing and not a thing at all.
I - a person,
lost in no place
no space
no WHERE at all
nowhere and
all.
I feel - how
why, why should feeling
affect an I
and where? I've tasted hugs...
and been forgotten.
We don't hug our tears...
we just shed them -
lil I's every where
and everywhere an I.
Chris
Tags: Poetry Writing
"Orange..." You gift me the taste of sunshine
on this a winter's day...and I... well... I believe in snowball fights
and snow angels
crisp and bracing breaths
chimney plumes and poofy squirrels. Snowmen - sculpted visions of
child dreams - such little things
we hold so soft within. We make our playgrounds
where days before
weeds, stones, even rats would roam
and now the magyk returns -
fleeting moments
fleeting hopes
lost smiles
broken lil souls
re-touched within
again... Chris
Tags: Poetry Writing
"Life's Music..." Music ever flows within
as quiet thoughts jostle
til finding room -
and fingertips grasp yet another pen
and whispers scrawl 'cross page again. ...and still the day grows -
aging on toward night,
and still the thoughts flow
finding new existence
from just an inner sight. ...and... I wander,
wonder,
whisper,
pause - return
and listen
re-listen
scrawl - and feel
and feel
- so many things...
and each is real
and NOW
not just yesterday anymore
and no more
nor less than any before
or even yet to be ...and... come with me
and see
what is and were and couldn't shouldn't wouldn't
and yet always ever
be. I can cry - my eyes are full,
and I still smile
that sad stupid silly look...
a mirror's look
life's look
and I KNOW the whys
oh yes - I do KNOW each why I can FEEL them... some just clamoring -
shaking, grasping each strand of breath;
others - wanting wishing pulling
rising up and up til almost free - then falling
falling, falling so far down within...
and to HAVE to rebegin the torturing climb
again and yet again and again.
Sometimes I find
I want to beg
as they always DO - begging release and
day's light nights' light escape and return to life...
just let go and others somehow
sitting laying kneeling crying laughing
knowing dying as moments just pass. ...and the pen
moves still - they won't let it pause
thoughts swirl round and around
spirals rising til falling anew. Vision - what can you see
when its all somehow sideways
and angles - blurrrrrrrs... I remember breathing
and exhales hurt and you DON'T want hurting
so you don't
exhale
but the hurt doesn't pause. and you breathe... again
and again
again in the silence Chris
Tags: Poetry Writing
"Words In Sand... by enyarwen"
A compilation of view, sound, and word - touched me. ....................................... Every day was someone's today
and our today was their tomorrow...
or just perhaps - their yesterday. We taste each others' breaths
all our lives
and every breath ever taken
is retaken over and over again. .................................. "Patterns Lived..." I know the eyes I cannot see
the heartbeats felt yet cannot hear
the tears that fall, the smiles that flow
the whispered dreams and wishes made. At night the stars still beckon so -
and parents fear the children lost
to places and ways still yet unknown
as the time - their days - flow quickly by. Children cried, people died
Voices echoed far...
and more and more tomorrows passed
each today another last. And its always so and ever said
each wants so little in the end -
for as eyes fade into night, we KNOW
our 'little' was but a hope - to show
patterns lived -
in shifting sands... Chris
Tags: Poetry Writing
If you get the chance visit "Liubov" -s Page and see the work that brought these thoughts to my mind. It's located in the Comment Section - with this poem.
"Liubov's Melancholy..." All my stars -
are held within
to be released
with evening's breath
as with the moments'
pause decide
which dreams are wished
and which are ... left. Chris
Tags: Poetry Writing
"Sometimes The Silence..."
Sometimes the silence
is worse than others - ya know?
Every step is just another - step
to nowhere. Through the windows -
snow loses its purity,
it's beauty, and ice has no shape -
no clarity, no 'warmth'... I see the sun
and a blue sky
and FEEL more darkness
and gray... ...sometimes the silence
IS just worse than others -
ya know? Chris
Tags: Poetry Writing
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