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Connection, creative, isolation, poems, poetry, Relationships, The Closeness of Circles, Truth, verse, writing
How long did it take –
A day, a week, a month –
To realise
The width of a circle
And all that moves within
Touching always from a distance
Too safe, too sanitised
Too little revealed through
A door ajar
A netted window
Flickering – half a picture
Brush strokes on a hidden canvas
And all that falls from sight
The things that we
Are told we need
The things that we
Can do without
And the music that still plays
Sings so loud and brings
The circle closer still.
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020
Oh absolutely. With clarity of sight and honest introspection, that circle continues to shrink. Excellent piece.
I’m so glad that you got to the heart of this Tara (although I suspected that you would). ‘We are so small between the stars
So large against the sky’
as Leonard Cohen once sang.
Thank you.
Will you be publishing a book of your poetry? Now that’s something I would cherish on my shelf. 💕
Tara, that is one of the loveliest compliments that I have ever received. Thank you. Email to follow…
And I mean it. Email response to follow 😌
Thank you.
We are all, basically, trapped right now, in our own, separate, circles, due to this, current outbreak, and this sense of, isolation from each other, only made us, long for that, interpersonal, physical, contact, with each other more…
I like your reading of this. Thank you for leaving your thoughts.
Wonderful music, Chris. It’s almost tangible.
So glad that you ‘felt’ this, B. Thanks for reading.
A beautiful poem Chris.
Thanks, Mark.