"Sometimes..."

Morning.

“Sometimes…”

 

Sometimes there are no words -

just perceptions as you watch the sunrise.

There ARE birds - must be birds

you hear them.

And your head turns -

As you taste of the clouds

but they STILL scud by.

The gestalt holds me…

tight, yet with care.

 

My coffee cup sits

…empty… now…

but for the hint

of the dregs

- I don’t remember drinking,

nor the coffee either - truth-be-told.

 

A motorcycle peals by,

Cars whisper, trucks thrum.

…unseen as well… but here… here

Off-to-the-left-right

Distant yet …close… yet… yet…

Trees, shrubs shimmy-shake -

petals, leaves move as ghosts -

their movement comes as hints

as if echoes of another time - caught

within the mind’s wanders.

Dew?  Glistens… the grass preens,

brown, shriveled leaves dance and scrape the

rampway as rainbows form and fracture

And fall aside

as the air draws shivers from your skin.

…the rustling music of almost-Fall.

 

I’m thinking of words,

With words

And their echoes …sound inside

While outside - here on the porch,

my arms folded across the rail,

I BREATHE quietly so as to not disturb

- where I’ve been, with the where and when I’m at.

 

Awake and dreaming…

Sun’s rise.

 

 

Chris

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Stephany]

Try again…. Ugh
Sometimes
The view we see is not what see now, but perhaps what was important from a view seen long ago, or yesterday, but not just today. Longing stirs deep and often results in a reaching for something that has no definitive reference in time. It is, was just a time that was right. Right for that moment. Right for ourself.
Paving the way to say…. I am here and it is good

[Michelle N. H.]

I don't write so much as of late, but that is sometimes how I would feel when wanting to write a poem and the words would feel a distance away. I would start noticing the silence that quickly would be interrupted with life passing by, around me. It's disturbing to your own mind trying to capture something, and yet so soothing at the same time. I love how the exterior "disturbances" infiltrated your poem and became the art. At least for me, it is what I see when reading your words.

[Chris]

Too often, life takes precedence over our writing yet we still eventually find time for expressing our thoughts. I am glad my words fit within your perceptions. Come by and pause anytime!

[DecentlyOkayWriter]

And fall aside
as the air draws shivers from your skin.
. . . .
(this is my favorite part, I'm stashing it here.)

This poem. . oh. Oh. I've had a few days like this myself. A bleary awakening, when the air seems to tug and settle on you, where everything seems to happen separately, from the trees ruffling in the breeze to the crack of the stick where an animal misplaces it's footing. When everything feels too real to not be fiction. Even if I haven't experienced these days as of late. . this reminds me of them.

Keep writing. :]

[Chris]

Writing is what WE do... thanks for pausing.

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

The company of dreams are welcomed
whether in sleeping thought
or through wide opened eyes
the mix is where I abide
reality blurred a bit .. perhaps
to soften and save my aged heart..

Good to read you again..
Jazz

[Chris]

Good to "see" you Jazz.

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

THANKS.. HAVE NOT WRITTEN IN YRS...

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i really enjoy this verse. the way it plays with sound and imagery was finely crafted. my favourite line: 'petals, leaves move as ghosts' really had me excited, the playfulness of the words used. while i feel you have a mastery over the language, we read towards the end:
I’m thinking of words,
With words
And their echoes
that even you have such doubts over your abilities was surprising. this really humanises the author and gives us pause to think. i found joy reading this work with its many clever attributes.

[Chris]

I wanted to thank you for pausing with me. I do hope you find more of mine to your liking. You are always welcome here.

[Arundass TP]

Numerous moments in this poem. Excellent writing. Loved it 😊

[Chris]

I'm glad you paused... come by anytime.

[Thomas W Case]

Such a beautiful scene. Superb work.

[Chris]

Thank you for pausing... I appreciated it.

[LisaCarol]

I’m a morning person and this really resonated with me. Your words painted a picture of a beautiful, Autumn day. Thank you for sharing your writing.

[Chris]

We witness our perceptions... good morning and pause anytime.

[Ms claws]

Hi, I love the way graphic details are given throughout and with every one I read, there is a vivid picture in my mind right down to the coffee dregs. Thank you.

[Chris]

This is what we do... share perceptions in a way that other's understand our sight. Thanks for pausing.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for sharing from your porch the beauty of your morning Chris. Quiet moments observing the natural environment, the colours, the movement, sounds and smells of your panorama, over a cup of coffee. Time well spent and yet many miss out because they do not take the time. If only they did, their lives would be enriched. Pleased to have stopped by.

[Chris]

Hi Chris, from Chris... Mournings are thought-full.