Something New – I Wrote Your Name

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I wrote your name

Upon a page

Within a book

To keep it close to me,

I locked it up

Inside a safe

Within my heart

So no-one else could see,

I wrote it with

An ink so black

Indelible 

So it would never fade, 

And kept it with

My treasure trove

Of precious gifts

Safe deep within the shade,

But then one day

I took it out

With gentle hands

And held it to the light,

And felt my eyes

As sorrow fell

Fill up with tears

As it had left my sight.

Turning Wheel

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And the wheel still turns

We get caught between

All the things we’ve done 

All our hopes and dreams,

And the days move on

Like we’d never been

As our faces fade

On a clouded screen,

All the promises

Hanging in the air 

Like the memories 

We no longer share,

And the lives we thought 

We had touched in time

Dancing once again

To a different rhyme,

Drifting silently 

From your field of view

Wipe away the scars

On a canvas new,

And the wheel still turns 

We get caught between 

All the things we’ve done 

And our hopes and dreams. 

Silence Always Wins

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Threw my words against the silence

To see if they would stick

And trail like raindrops on the pane

But silence always wins,

And in a way my presence came

Like a shadow in the dark

And briefly fell before the fall

On everything below,

Dark thoughts and dreams you did not call

Lurk lost and lonely like the tears

You spilled before the sudden light

That linger on your cheek,

Holding on to tiny moments

That scream inside your head

The whispers that mark out the world

And lead you to forget

That silence always wins.

Something New

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I listened then to something new

The softly whispered

Tender words

They made me think of you.

The melody inside my head

Swam from ear to

Ear to heart

And kissed me restless in my bed.

It filled my dreams with thoughts unknown

The melancholic

Touch of love

The early shoots of seeds once sown.

It made me feel like I had lost

Something that I

Had never owned

A burning hole the final cost.

I listened then to something old

It took me far from

Fragrant fields

And left me safe but left me cold.

Ruffled Edges

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We came here so

Many years ago,

Chasing the ruffled edges

Of a crumpled photograph

Its monochrome hues whispering

Hushed voices still echoing

From white-edged border to faded frame,

Days stilled by wishful perception

Of contentment borne on wings

Which hung like the slow-mouthed moon

Captured by the eye but slipping ever

Between the fingers that reached out

Lost like the hopeful,

And frozen images caught our eye

Like souls entrapped –

And did we know that ours would follow?

Or was it all a dream

The promise that we shared

With a belief in something better?

And we’ll meet again one day

When all the pictures have faded

And all our dreams have died,

We’ll visit them at night

And walk along the rows

Of all we never knew

And ponder why we came

And shred ourselves on all we ever lost.

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2021

Lead You Home

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And the octopus-arm streets

Lead me here

And lead me there

But never take me far

From this town

Whose sea-serpent limbs wrap

Themselves about ankles

Both delicate and firm

Their resolve never broken

Never blessed by the birds

Who swoop the deep

And trail their angel-feather wings

Across the water

Across the lives

Kissing the gentle waves

As they lap the shore

Like the ghost-friend visit

Of dreams

Now remembered

Now lost

And on the horizon

Ever distant

Receding like the thawing summer floes

Forgotten swallows swirl

Singing softly to ears that

Will never hear

Never feel their warmth again

Drawn ever back

Through lattice-laced skies

The tentacled paths that burn

But only in the light

And lead you home at night

At night

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

 

Last Night

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Last night I dreamed that

You had dreamed that

You had passed the hours

Making love with me

That day the sky had turned

From grey to white to blue

And every moment flowed

With crystal kisses like

The freshness of the waterfall

As unending as the hours that

Grew between us

And my eyes saw through yours

Each splinter of a heart which

Touched a spark in you and

You saw all you mean to me

These things that have no words

These things that move between us

In breaths as silent as the waves

Last night I dreamed that

You had dreamed.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

 

Turned Away

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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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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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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