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“Reflection Of An Afternoon…”

Some days are good – you know?
and others, well ~ others just seem to crowd in
tight
close
hurt full
or memory full
or nothing full
just more and more days
of more and more days.

Meaning is where you find it I guess
but
where do YOU find meaning
today – when it’s just yesterday again
and again.

Keep the mind alive –
Win Spider Solitaire
or lose – the game or p’haps yourself
unthinking
for a moment, mere minutes of all the hours
of all these days.

Did you ever think living would be
‘reruns’ of living or episodes so often seen
the lines are memorized and played out –
so well recorded within your psyche
that response is automatic
and ‘thoughtful’ becomes thoughtless
and ‘selfless’ is merely selfish.

Dreams…
So many – dreams
day and night – dreams
lil dreams, big dreams
sweet and gentle
loud and rough
gruff, thoughtless, rich, poor –
all just dreams that pass and meander
dreams that echo within so many people.
The COLORS of nightmares –
intense –
intent defined to relive or relieve or release or
repress or
just a moment of DIFFERENCE
appreciated for just what it is – or was –
just THAT difference from the ‘norm’.

I am all the ‘you-s’ I’ve ever met,
and the ones I haven’t – as well.
I breathe and walk and move
and think and talk and laugh
and cry – on cue - just as all the rest do…
but I also listen
inside
where all their voices echo and echo
and their lives echo and echo
and the moments
minutes
hours
days
echo and echo.

Some days ARE good – you know?
And others – well
that’s life.

Chris Twyford
14 Jan. 2008

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AngelineAngelineover 16 years ago
Profound in such a quiet thoughtful way!

You poem has been recommended in the New Poems Review thread on the Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum. Thanks for the read!

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