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Wednesday, 27 November 2013

Indebted, Undoubted

She must have misinterpreted Sigh
Perhaps she didn't know it was there
How else to say that Mallarmé
Had penned a sweet little poem

In my rare correspondence
It would seem that
I have created an ambiguity such
That she never read Mallarmé at all

Instead her words are a response
A reaction to my own few words
Which she quite correctly labels
A sweet little poem


Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust
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Tuesday, 26 November 2013

Not so much a gamble more by way of chance

I am drawn to the risk
Led to her bed by brisk
Steps taken mistakenly
Veiled with uncertainty

Spawned by the miscellaneous
Frisked for signs of permanency

Crossing the lines
Drawing the blinds
Redefining the fines 
Drinking the wines

That fuel of the wilful crimes
The shear damned determinacy


Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust
Christopher's Poetry collections can be found on iTunes and on Kindle by clicking the highlighted links

Monday, 25 November 2013

Solving Situational Problems

Intertwined within the yarns of lightness
Are the madly approved flecks of love
Such specks detected as the morning rises
In retrospect the once most absent prizes
Most circumspect of circumstances
He dances to the tunes of others loved
At once a mother, a sister to a brother
A lover of the gathered few
In the fog, in the rain
The strain of thoughtless motivations
Grey skies, brown trees
They leave with his mind still floating
More hoping; coping with his words
Presupposing the readers will observe
Be overwhelmed by his verve
The swerve is more than welcomed
His nerve swelled he retells
Of the lovers drift of consciousness
& with this fading shout
The flickers of doubt are smothered out


Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust
Christopher's Poetry collections can be found on iTunes and on Kindle by clicking the highlighted links

Sunday, 24 November 2013

Almost Out Of The Woods

In this blissful halfway euphoric state
A few words, no more to it than that
As if the spirit of silence itself
Had been welcomed

Welcomed and then broken
Broken without tears or shouts
Of joy from the mountaintops

Nonetheless, to have half-breaths
Half-thoughts, half ideas
To have such energy
To surely desire this incompleteness

Such that the closure may be reopened
Be enthused as the doubts
Become warm doubts

The very essence of summer
Where all that is asked
Is to walk on soft sands
Stumble through grass filled dunes

Sit behind the car’s rain covered screen
Knowing that the stick and wire fences
Are there neither to keep us in

Nor to keep us out
Instead they are there to give stability
They are there as a positive force
Barriers that provide reassurance


Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust
Christopher's Poetry collections can be found on iTunes and on Kindle by clicking the highlighted links

Saturday, 23 November 2013

It only took a photograph, or was it a painting

I walked to the beach today 
First, through your rose surrounded door 
No one was watching
My roar was silence itself, so far apart

Down the lane my footsteps went
One footfall; there was no other
If, as all the while, the quiet knew
This is how lovers stall
That was the lover’s view

There, with something & everything 
& nothing; out to follow the West wind
Rescind those thoughtless thoughts
Posted in reply
To your innocent letter

When angst got the better of you
& the better of my idealism
A schism that forced apart
The endless cynicism behind this art


Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust
Christopher's Poetry collections can be found on iTunes and on Kindle by clicking the highlighted links