by Chris Sorrenti
Charlie Juliet Sierra
Bravo Alfa Romeo
An interesting combination of words
Metaphores for something deeper?
How BR always precedes CS
Romeo and Juliet
Interacting in unpredicted ways
Fragmented history of engagements
A relationship that sits outside
The cookie cutter mold
Come to fulfill a higher purpose
If it hasn’t already
One of those things
You can’t quite put your finger on
And yet already have
Did this or that really happen?
Unexpected encounters in the real world
Or like Life
Has it always merrily been but a dream?
A long list of synchronicities over the years
Stories in and of themselves
That could fill pages
I’ve taken the trouble to write them all down
And though neither of us
Believe in coincidences
Still...sadly...it might all be in my head
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Posted on 08/02/2018
Copyright © 2019 Chris Sorrenti
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/03/18 at 01:09 PM|
One of the great spiritual teachers in my life once pointedly made two words of that word: co incidence. A couple of things struck me after re-reading your poem. That word I love: synchronicity. I wonder if those synchronicities are the "still small voice" I hear so much about. And then the relationship existing outside the cookie cutter world. Man, it seems like I myself and my relationships that really matter are "outside." It is the world that seems to want to use the cookie cutters of us creatures each of whom are uncategorizable. And finally those "unexpected encounters." They are the delicious spices that perk me up and delight from time to time. Thanks Chris. I like this one. I needed it.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/03/18 at 08:27 PM|
This is in intriguing to think about, Chris. I love the idea of synchronicity and how coincidences make me feel more closely connected to others. Sounds like you have a lot of stories that could be put to poems. Thanks, Chris.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/12/18 at 03:37 PM|
Chris, It is good and essential that you've taken the trouble to write it all down, had you not we who take the trouble to read might not have learned what drives us all to do what we do. Playing cards too close to the vest is not a poet's way.