“16 Going On 75…”
A Poem by Chris
There’s a lot of nights in our days…
“16 Going On 75…”
Hand on-the-knob
“16 Going On 75…”
A Poem by Chris
” There’s a lot of nights in our days. “
There’s a lot of nights in our days…
“16 Going On 75…”
Hand on-the-knob
slowly, slowly-turning…
Is it snow-layered vision,
Ice speckled and sparkling ‘scape, or
Rain-swept and harried-puddled view…
that awaits
beyond…
the ever-so-slowly opening eyes?
…Edge-to-edge… barren ‘scape
…a nothingness.
It’s still winter’s aerie.
I know…
I KNOW…
But – no prominence… no draw.
Slo-cold-chill insinuates
lovingly-caresses
moves …crawls… Inveigles into
my conscious thoughts.
I hear – but do I?
or is it time’s echoes of a distant night’s train
and emptiness
coupled to asphalt whispers from wheels
…turning… meandering…
Remembering?
…forgetting…
Palpable dark…
sitting up… am I?
or not…
Feeling – not feeling,
…I don’t know.
Hearing my breath
Hearing
my… is it MY
IS IT…
Move …move – can’t…CAN’T…
Am, am…
Light-on!
Soaked in sweat,
blanket, sheet tightly wrapping half my body.
Deep, deep breaths
“…I miss you…”
Chris
© 2025 Chris
slowly, slowly-turning…
Is it snow-layered vision,
Ice speckled and sparkling ‘scape, or
Rain-swept and harried-puddled view…
that awaits
beyond…
the ever-so-slowly opening eyes?
…Edge-to-edge… barren ‘scape
…a nothingness.
It’s still winter’s aerie.
I know…
I KNOW…
But – no prominence… no draw.
Slo-cold-chill insinuates
lovingly-caresses
moves …crawls… Inveigles into
my conscious thoughts.
I hear – but do I?
or is it time’s echoes of a distant night’s train
and emptiness
coupled to asphalt whispers from wheels
…turning… meandering…
Remembering?
…forgetting…
Palpable dark…
sitting up… am I?
or not…
Feeling – not feeling,
…I don’t know.
Hearing my breath
Hearing
my… is it MY
IS IT…
Move …move – can’t…CAN’T…
Am, am…
Light-on!
Soaked in sweat,
blanket, sheet tightly wrapping half my body.
Deep, deep breaths
“…I miss you…”
Chris
© 2025 Chris
