A Reflected Poem

Now I understand the spectrum
Yes, the colours of the rainbows
Yes, the tones of love
Yes, the care in those eyes
If only to follow

To follow without thought
To follow without hope
Taking on board not one thing
Yet overwhelmed by the beauty

Confounded by oneself
Without reason
A life otherwise dictated
Caught in a vague recollection
Of once before
Being subject
To a seasonal fallout

A harsh sentence
No more to it than that
So, as Chumbawamba sang:
I get knocked down
But I get up again

I can see
I can breathe
I can move
I can rest
I can do anything I want
Well, almost

Available on Amazon

Christopher's Collected Works Website

Studious Daydream

I have this openness
This easiness
I am in that place
Where distractions
Haven’t yet engaged me

But I can hear birds
Both chirping and squawking
Some in bushes, some in flight

Available on Amazon

Christopher's Collected Works Website

In This Time

There is a calm, a peace, a quiet
Which silences the longing
And prevents the breakthrough
Of the darker thoughts

It is however hemmed in
By the walls, the doors, the windows
Which provide a formidable barrier
To prevent its escape

The sunlight, even if not appreciated
Gives a warmth to further engage
The body, and perhaps the mind
In this somewhat settled state

Of course this is the exact
Atmosphere that the thinking
Seeks out; for what better place
To hold court, to sway

I do offer some resistance
Don’t go there I say to myself
Yet just as quickly strikes the ego:
Go there, go there you must

The shadows, the pictures, the memories
Once the floodgates open
The floodgates are opened
And all we can then do is to submerge

Available on Amazon

Christopher's Collected Works Website

Non-Verbal Communication

We approach each other
In our automobiles
On the narrow country lane

I pull into the side to let you pass
You do the same
Then flash your headlights
As if to say, please carry on

I drive forward
As I pass you I wave
You do the same, then move off

We haven’t met before
We might never meet again

After this short, but pleasant interlude
I return to listen to Pink Floyd’s
Obscured by Clouds

They sing that there will be war
They sing that there will be peace
I say to myself: such is life, c’est la vie

Available on Amazon

Christopher's Collected Works Website

Best Wishes

Dr Joe said he could change me
So I bought his morning and evening guided meditations

His idea is to train and build our mind to think of the future
Rather than dwelling on the past

Then a strange coincidence
A messenger message
From someone I have never met

But a writer, who had a poem
In the Gregory Anthology 1985-86
Which I took to psychology summer school

A big part of my past
Which I may now wish to drop altogether
From my projected future

Began at that summer school
Is this simply a coincidence
Or a happenstance warning, in disguise

Available on Amazon

Christopher's Collected Works Website