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Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Without substance, yet heavy with meaning

As if the untethered float of air
Less weight than a real thought
Free, with every cup of coffee
Free, with every singles walk
Beside the endless canal

Half seen, half heard
Half sensed, half smelt
Half hearted attempt
To wash over, wipe out
Visits to the supermarket

As if in a daydream of silence
Less light than a real hip-hooray
To pay for, with your every pause
To pay for, with each sitting
In that comfortable chair


from 
Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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

Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Impetuous


Still, still night
Soft spoken voices of love
Permeate, drift beneath
The hotel bedroom window

He is deeply interested
In her lead-on words
She is encouraged
By his warm laughter

Stay, stay the night
I listen to their voices
We cannot resist
This life of temptations



from 
Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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

Monday, 29 July 2013

Channelled

Coldness creeps in
Through the open door
As light fades from the once blue sky

Her conversation
Had been easy and eloquent
A tale of a life passed staggeringly by

Window on to snow
Girl who simply had to go
I could scream just to be there again

Out on the cold moor
A derelict & still landing strip
My lonely ideas hanging out to dry


from 
Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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

Sunday, 28 July 2013

Row

Steps to steal away my resentment
Rails to reel off whiled away hours
Time to watch the faded grass & flower

Shower over that love
As once the coastal towers
Powered another kind of war

Loss touched along the shoreline 
Unable to handle that which turns sour
The smitten intellect weaves with power

Seeds planted above 
In ground roughly scoured
Reminders of a ravaged mind in store


from 
Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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

Saturday, 27 July 2013

Atlantic

She had a delicacy of touch
Retained in her cerebral cortex
So grounded it resounded as love

She showed me grains of sand
Beside wind-blown sail’s shadows
So deep as to impound my lust

Under a dangerous clear blue sky
Waves lapped their own response
So close to ease her conscience

There are, for some, a few moments
Peak experiences as she emerged from
Precocious, in this time of faith


from 
Parting Shots - Love Of The Status Quo

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