Turned Away

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age, creative, dreams, faith, Life, loss, Love, nostalgia, poems, poetry, Relationships, thoughts, Truth, Turned away, verse, writing

She sits and waits the tv glows

Stares pictures on the wall,

She wonders if they’ll ever know

The days she turned away.

He watches faces on the screen

As nameless they pass by,

He sees her still in youthful dream

But would not change a thing.

She dreams of ships with billowed sail

Her foot upon their bow,

And moons that wax and moons that pail

Horizons silent now.

He thinks of doors that always closed

And wished them all away,

Each detail drawn each gateway posed

He’d climb them all again.

She pictures faces that she knew

And counts them over stiles,

How many seen how known so few

She wonders how they fell.

He holds himself within his shell

The bottle comes again,

The stories that he’ll never tell

Die slowly deep inside.

She sits and waits the tv glows

Stares pictures on the wall,

She wonders if they’ll ever know

The days she turned away.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2019

 

Ice-Ribbons

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age, Change, creative, dreams, faith, Life, Planes, poems, poetry, verse, writing

I watched the planes trace ice-ribbons

Across the sky before

They were lost to the

Cirrus wisped blueness

And their tails faded

Like promises written in

Tide-threatened sands,

And hopes took restless souls

To the promise of utopian shores

Not realising that they

Like all that came before

Wore the mask that hid

The fault-line masquerade

That spread like disease below,

I watched them come and go and

Taxi slowly on the grey

As if discarding the seeds of doubt

That grew beneath their wheels

Like ancient gods burying

Defeated foes unaware that

They would rise again,

And as the stuttered raging roar

Splintered hearts like candy then

Tore holes into the sky

Which like starving angels

Swallowed fleeting flailing dreams

Cocooned within a safety shell

They never saw,

As standing rooted in my

Futures past and present

I watched the planes

Trace

Ice-ribbons.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018

 

Waste the Time

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creative, dreams, Life, nostalgia, poems, poetry, time, verse, Waste, writing

What did we do before we had

The time to waste the time,

When every moment seemed so full

Of obligation’s ties,

And commitment pulled us closer

Then swallowed up our days,

When hands were full and red and raw

From dawn to dusk to dawn,

Of all the things we ever made

For lives we never knew,

From pit to fire they came and went

To lay the tracks from now,

And love was just a distant dream

In books and silver screens,

We washed away the dirt of day

And with it all our hope,

So tell me now with hindsight’s eye

When dear time’s time we kill,

What did we do before we had

The time to waste the time?

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018

Sleep Away

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creative, Creative writing, dreams, hope, inspiration, Love, poems, poetry, verse

Let’s sleep away
These winter days
In dreamscapes
You and I,
And dance on air
Our wing beats sing
A soundscape
To our love,
As hand in hand
And eye in eye
We hold each
Other’s love,
And trust our dance
No other saw
The footprint
Of our love,
And should the demons rise
I’ll take you in my cloak
Keep you always safe and warm
And kiss away your pain,
So let us sleep
These winter days
In dreamscapes
You and I.

Ghosts

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Communication, creative, Depression, dreams, hope, nostalgia, poems, poetry, verse, writing

They walk with you

In friendship’s shade

Through pastures green

And cloistered streets,

Beneath its veil,

Its velvet cloak,

Ice fingers coil

Around your soul,

They sense each thought

Each virgin breath

And hold each pulse

Within their palm,

With empty eyes

They watch your days

Hold memories

In candle’s flame,

These ghosts you’ve known

For all your life.

Sunset

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creative, dreams, poems, poetry, verse, writing

Dark-eyed girls
Their olive skin glowing with a fire
That is hidden to me
Watch with intense indifference
As late afternoon’s Sun
Its orange hue streaked through
With veins of envy
Slices shadows across the Square
Dances patterns on breeze-kissed pools
Fountain-fed like babes in arms
Then dips its head once more
From sight
Raise drinks to their mouths
As if in a celebratory toast
Words lipped to the sky
To fall as a screen to their hearts
Their eyes alight briefly
Hint for a second at a truth only they can see
And are lost to me again
Like sunset.

Walk me through the park

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creative, dream, dreams, inspiration, Love, Philosophy, poems, poetry, verse, writing

Walk me through the park

Through night-time’s velvet cloak

And whisper words near silent

That only we can hear,

I’ll step within your shoe

And neither lead nor follow

But glide as one on air

A cushion for our feet,

Walk me through the trees

Whose branches seek to hold

And mold us to their will

But we shall not succumb,

I’ll wrap my hand in yours

And feel your fingers touch

Somewhere no-one else

Has ever thought to go,

Above the purple sky

A silver moon will watch

And flush the crouching demons

From the violent shadows,

Walk me through the park

To who knows where or cares

As one in two we go

A journey of the soul.

 

A Dream of Sand

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creative, dreams, fantasy, inspiration, poems, poetry, verse, writing

Beneath a molten blood-kissed sun
A palm’s width reaching far beyond
To mirage shimmer hope’s respite
Horizon’s passage ever on.
From rocky mount our barren eyes
Count shifting moments in the sand
And on oases pin our dreams
And wish for fruit from faded trees.
From deadened plains we set our path
An unknown journey to embrace
To follow footsteps windswept clean
And hope for things we could not dream.

Pages Turn

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creative, dreams, inspiration, poems, poetry, verse, writing

Dive into your print
Feel your words wash
Over me like
Summer’s nurtured breeze,
Dance between each line
An open door
To wonder through
Every phrase a key,
Pages stretch like fields
Endless ever
Promise of time
Dreams we could not hold,
Rising on your swell
White water wash
To salve the soul
The pages turn once more.

Head High

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creative, dreams, hope, inspiration, poems, poetry, verse, writing

With head high

Stepping out into day’s silent arms

Trusting that the wire will hold

That the aching pulse will drive forward

With you reclined in passenger seat

Shaded eyes skyward searching

Arching back in unseen arms

Hoping that they will not fail

And see you tumble through the tears

Which stretch as the ocean

Beneath your dreams

Which wash against a distant shore

And stain the sand

We built our towers on

As violins send their song

Now melancholy, now fuelled by love

Spiralling to the clouds

And past your open arms

A melody which resonates

With something you can’t recognise

That settles like a passing bird

A migratory pause

And leaves you only a taste

Of experience and empathy

As you raise your head once more

And look towards the skies.