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Saturday, 25 May 2013

It all adds up

I feel you in my bones
Your whole you
Unfolds within my body
I smile, as your thoughts
Play with those in my mind
In this there becomes
A new entity
An entirety; more than one
With faith enough to move on
Courage gathered to go forwards

I cannot physically
Embrace you; not in
A screen filled photograph
I cannot chase you down
The sepia tone path
I no longer expect
Special journeys
Into the supernatural
Although we once believed
In the power of transference
Didn't we? Didn't we?

The pampas grass
Is blown vigorously
In this the windswept
Stormed & saturated
North of England

Not as the calm palms
Of the warm sunshine
Island’s waterfront
Where the promenade
Once walked with me


from 
Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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Friday, 24 May 2013

Mirrors

Beautiful people
Central vacation
Hair and beauty and

Food; for her body
and her soul brothers


from 
Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

Christopher's Poetry collections can be found on iTunes and on kindle by clicking the highlighted links

Thursday, 23 May 2013

Recovery

Sit, settle; take a while to relax
Embroiled so to speak

A cacophony of human voices
To still the aches
Of this once-more human


from 
Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

Christopher's Poetry collections can be found on iTunes and on kindle by clicking the highlighted links

Wednesday, 22 May 2013

Movie Tone

Snowflakes, bamboo leaves raked
Flames set to burn the big house down

The stakes are risen higher
With pyre of unfamiliar faces
Races on the intoxicated flyer
Shy times in the distant colony

Stop it, stop it; stop this nonsense
Did you not feel it in those moody eyes
Did you not see it in those smiling eyes
Did you not catch it in those guilty eyes

He takes her, she prizes the lyre
His twitch slices the stuttered paces
Laces of rum for our ever evil sire
Cries of madness; instant felony

Ashes, floats of paper debris flaked
Sound frames of reference, uncoupled


from 
Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

Christopher's Poetry collections can be found on iTunes and on kindle by clicking the highlighted links

Tuesday, 21 May 2013

In a book

Eight days ago
Butterflies in profusion
A warm calm
The end of an Indian summer

Today the gulls battle the wind
As if maniacs in flight
Who knows their destination, or
Understands there sense of reason

Yesterday; fire and snow
Love, with infatuation 
& snippets
Of a vagrant poet’s words

Before that there was long ago
Humans with spoken stories
Of cold indeterminate struggles
At the beginning of civilisation


from 
Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

Christopher's Poetry collections can be found on iTunes and on kindle by clicking the highlighted links