Sunday, January 20, 2013





So tight

Remember holding my hand
So tight
As if afraid of
Letting go
Finger tips red
Knuckles white
My hand can still feel
The tingle
The blood rushing back
All these years later
You were right
I should never have let go

Chris McQueeney    1/20/13    11:24 P.M.

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16 comments:

  1. Brian Miller1/20/13, 12:00 PM

    mmm...hard to look back on those times we should not have let go...for sure...

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  2. Wander1/20/13, 1:20 PM

    It's funny Brian, I intended to write a warm and fuzzy...but...the words do what they want:-)

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  3. Other Mary1/20/13, 1:30 PM

    Awww...hang on Chris.

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  4. 21 Wits1/20/13, 7:34 PM

    Hopefully we learn from those lost woes.... moving forward, rising high!

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  5. Ben Ditty1/20/13, 8:45 PM

    This brings back a lot of memories.

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  6. Susie Clevenger1/21/13, 12:43 AM

    It's hard to look back at times...but I can't live in "what if" for too long at a time.

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  7. Berowne1/21/13, 2:47 AM

    To cast a long, lingering look behind - la nostalgie...

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  8. Sueann1/21/13, 3:17 AM

    Yes...sometimes we let go too quickly!
    Well said.
    Hugs
    SUeAnn

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  9. Susan Anderson1/21/13, 1:01 PM

    We should not let go too easily.

    I like this one...the sense of sweet nostalgia and regret, mixed.

    =)

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  10. Helen1/21/13, 5:45 PM

    I love how your poem is open to many interpretations ... :)

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  11. christopher1/21/13, 7:02 PM

    I am glad to see you here again, my friend.

    Waiting For Harry

    You have promised me
    you will come back home this year.
    You said so, phoning
    that message through snaps
    and hisses they say, remnant
    of the flash and noise
    that started it all.

    You astride mountains, Khyber
    Pass, some other not
    named, still at such risk -
    you promised you would not flinch
    but I flinch, I do.
    Still, I can't let go.

    January 21, 2013 6:55PM

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  12. kj1/22/13, 5:28 AM

    I look back too Chris. -and at my most confused times I find the past seems to have better answers. That 'trick' may be true sometimes, but just as often I am really looking for a part of myself

    You do a lot with just a few words. Another nice one

    Love
    kj

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  13. Michael1/22/13, 6:19 AM

    the deepened wrinkles of hands still missing an older embrace... oh the times we shouldnt have let go...

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  14. Lydia1/23/13, 3:10 AM

    I ached when I read this because it was the alternative side of the poem I wrote. Those "what ifs" forever play with our hearts....
    Beautiful, Wander.

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  15. Carrie Van Horn1/26/13, 6:00 AM

    I think we all can relate to this Chris....we all have those kind of regrets.....beautiful writing as always. :-)

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  16. Unspoken2/2/13, 8:22 PM

    I dunno. Hopefully a time comes when letting go leads to a better place.

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