Folds

The day folds in on itself The pictures on the wall remain the same While faces and feelings begin to change Time can be a curse to a broken heart Waiting for the spirit to become a part Of something bigger than itself Vanities Visions pale to Wisdom earned And Faith that’s learned To look outside itself Time weaves its stitches into me As it passes by without a care But tends to miss one here and there Revealing little rips and tears Tiny holes to see right through But never Exposing a total view Of the Mind’s Eye Soulful Silence encompasses me As I Unfold into another night.

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 5/17/2018 9:11:00 AM

Cleverly formatted and very well expressed.

Chris Hagy
Date: 5/17/2018 2:52:00 PM

Thanks for visiting again Richard and for the kind words...and thanks again for catching my grammar on this one...it reads correctly now :) Have a good one C.H.

Harry Horsman

Date: 4/26/2018 8:38:00 AM

Yes so profound in its meaning, gets to the reader, sign of wonderful poetry, this is one of those..

Chris Hagy
Date: 4/26/2018 9:01:00 AM

Thanks so much Harry for your wonderful words of encouragement :) Such sentiment gets to me as a fellow poet! Have a great day :) C.H.

James Inman

Date: 4/16/2018 4:34:00 PM

Wonderful poem Chris as deep as I see it, I imagine it is one of those that likely mean so much more to you than we can ever fathom.

Chris Hagy
Date: 4/17/2018 10:11:00 AM

Thank you for your wonderful words James :) Quiet nights of reflecting are such perfect inspirations to find the deepest parts of ourselves :) Thanks for the visit, have a great day :) C.H.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/6/2018 6:09:00 PM

wow, that's so deep. Very well crafted poetry, Chris. Oh, it's so depressing too. I really started seeing it after age 58.

Chris Hagy
Date: 4/8/2018 3:04:00 PM

Thanks Andrea...I try not to get depressed, things started changing for me just a couple years ago when I turned 50...and time goes on! :) C.H.

Silent One

Date: 4/6/2018 4:14:00 PM

Very deep and nice use of alliteration... Who knows what happens in the night, whilst we sleep..

Chris Hagy
Date: 4/7/2018 9:31:00 AM

Thanks so much Silent for your visit and encouraging words...whatever else happens in the night I hope it's sleep haha...yawn :) C.H.

Paul Callus

Date: 4/6/2018 10:53:00 AM

Some things do remain the same, Chris, but many others change, including us! Physical changes are most noticeable; it's the ones within that need searching for, usually when we have time and quiet moments for meditation. ~ Regards // paul

Chris Hagy
Date: 4/7/2018 9:26:00 AM

Thanks Paul...I love my quiet soulful moments...good thing for most of us that changes for the better inside out-way the outward decline :) C.H.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 4/6/2018 8:33:00 AM

May I suggest to change “began” to begin? The rest of the piece is written in present tense. I very much enjoyed the overall feel of this piece.

Chris Hagy
Date: 4/6/2018 10:18:00 AM

Thanks so much for being the first to visit, and great catch on my grammar there! :) I think sometimes all of us poets get wrapped up in the feel of our work and "tend to miss one here and there"...nice save Richard, have an awesome day :) C.H.