"Listening To The Rain..."

...we do that don't we...

We don't always know how we'll react to a "voice", a sound, thoughts …perceptions… or even a …now.

 

 

“Listening To The Rain…”

 

So many whispers echo behind the eyes,

wishes soft of future past

and tomorrow's never come -

and silly lil tears that burn

and meander round-and-around

and around -

a silence so vast

that the echoes…

the echoes …cry.

 

Chris

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Crowley]

I was doing some work in Gulfsport Mississippi one time, I had never been there before. On the way into town I got this overwhelming feeling of nostalgia and sorrow and love all at the same time. Not sure why or where it came from. I had to pull over to the side of the road because I started bawling my eyes out. Still to this day not sure what the hell it was, I wasn't having any problems with family or relationship or work. This reminded me of that. Great piece of writing.

[Chris]

we don't always know who or what is touching us at any given moment... but when we ARE touched - we know it. I was in Gulfport a few times along my own ways... the goldcoast has its draws.

[Iam-me]

A wonderful poetry of life lived and echoes still living on inside our own hearts and minds and imprinted on our souls.

[Chris]

Thank you for your pause and thoughts.

[Iam-me]

Becoming back again. Very enjoyable experiance had here in your room. :)

[Chris]

You're welcome anytime...coffee or tea?

[Lyn Anderson]

Beautiful. Echoes past live on sometimes. And make us wonder.
I also wonder if tomorrow's a lil intentional echo of something apostrophetical or just a wondering echo of something only some see.:)

[Chris]

there were and are NO typo's - just intents. We so want to pwn our tomorrows - til we don't... ya know?

[Lyn Anderson]

Lol. I miss Frieda. Damn.

[Chris]

"So say we all..."

[Lyn Anderson]

So few women GET me like she did. And well, you, you're a unique case ...