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Blank Eyes

05 Saturday Sep 2020

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age, Communication, creative, death, dream, free-form, isolation, loss, nostalgia, poems, poetry, verse, writing

He stares at me with the resignation of a man
Who knows what is to be,
Blank eyes
Cold-grey like a quarry
Dis-used,
Abandoned,
Reflecting the past like faded notes
On a calendar,
On a piano,
Its tune familiar like a face
I once knew
Appearing through the mist
Like a bird
Lost on its journey to find the warmth
Of a new day rising
In the East,
In the South,
He stares at me like a shadow
As if all he sees is beyond me,
Through me,
Pasts and futures bound with weeds
Wrapped in the inevitable,
And for a moment
A second at least,
I recognise those empty eyes,
The greying, decaying stubble
That sprouts on his face
Hides in the cuts of time,
And withers like forgotten fruit;
He stares at me as if he wants
To watch me pluck each orb,
Replace it with my own
And see me as I am;
He stares as if, at any moment
I will know him
Then watch him walk away,
He stares.

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

Lies We Weave

18 Saturday Jul 2020

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creative, Depression, free-form, Lies We Weave, Life, Philosophy, poems, poetry, Relationships, verse, writing

The lies we weave
Hang from the ceilings
Of the rooms
We dreamed up once
Upon a time
In nighttimes held in
Hands so large and warm
We never had to breathe,
They hold us there
Afraid to move or break
The cord that winds its
Silken thread
About our limbs
Until the will to step from corners
Dies and lies in silence
A shell bereft of care,
And still we spin
Draw in those who fly
Too close or
Cannot feel the risk
We show so plain
To believe the lies we say
As if they were anything but
The web we sleep within.

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

Against the Tide

14 Saturday Jan 2017

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Communication, creative, Creative writing, Depression, emotion, free-form, poems, poetry, thoughts, verse, writing

Brought his thoughts out

Into the light,

Let the rays of gold

Breathe warmth into each

And everyone,

Exhaled and watched

Their woody shells,

Grow their hardened spines

Against the tide

Of other’s eyes,

With steel heart

And stubbled soul

Stood beyond the crowd,

And watched himself as

He slowly sank

Below a malignant

Horizon.

Pictures

03 Saturday Sep 2016

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creative, dream, emotion, free-form, Love, nostalgia, poems, poetry, verse, writing

Pictures fall from silver screens

Like petals from my heart

Images I cannot hold

More precious now

Than day’s first light

Whose frost-kiss chills my cheek

Lost effigies of futures which

Will never rise

And warm a distant heart,

I hold them in my hands

Like tiny creatures

Sacred, fragile, pure

Whose naked trust slips between my fingers

To melt upon the ground

And disappear to reverie,

Phantoms whose expressions sweet

Conspire within my dreams

Make mockery of wakeful time

A fantasy to feed,

And as like flakes of snow they fall

I catch them in my heart

And clasp each one with loving hands

These pictures that I hold.

 

Blank clouds assembled

07 Saturday May 2016

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creative, free-form, poems, poetry, verse, writing

Blank clouds assembled
A treacherous senate
Their faces hued purple
Through anger or fear
Or shame at the deed
Their eyes reddened hid
As Caesar I took
My place on the stage
And cried out my plea
As from deep in their cloaks
Silent lightning they drew
Oh, wouldn’t you miss me
At all?

No-One Visits Now

09 Saturday Jan 2016

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creative, Depression, emotion, free-form, inspiration, loss, poems, poetry, verse, writing

My hollow eyes still bleed
For those who will not come
But kneel and wonder now
Upon another’s door,
Behind my cold facade
An aching heart still lives
Arrhythmic sleepless pulse
Beats to an ancient tune,
Within my hallowed shell
Your memories I hold
Like children to the breast
And secrets never told,
To me your eyes are blind
My tears are mine alone
And still I wait in vain
For those who will not come.

(The inspiration (and title) for this poem comes from a couple of post by Chris Renney (thanks Chris!). Check out her work at Spartan Eye.)

The Perfect Heart

29 Tuesday Sep 2015

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creative, emotion, free-form, inspiration, Love, poems, poetry, verse, writing

Within this skin

We bleed as one

And wash against the shore.

Boundaries blur

Where are we now

No starting and no end.

With transient soul

We touch all truths

And leave no trace or scar.

We move as one

A spirit thought

In caverns only dreamed.

The perfect heart

In ether’s realm

We watch, we see, we soar.

 

Silent Bell

16 Sunday Aug 2015

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creative, faith, free-form, hope, poems, poetry, verse, writing

The sage bell pealed like a blood orange
Spilled its flesh and soul
Across the floodplain
Like a swollen river
Whose banks have grown weary of emotion
Worn tired of holding back the waters
And cried its plaintive song to the evening air
Tangled man and woman and child
Carried low on destiny’s blackened wing
Strode to its beat
Like a nomad herd in search of water
Bending heads in wishful anticipation
Rain-soaked reeds their ears brushed by the swell
Of benign currents
Seduced still by paradise promise
Footsteps faithful from doorway to altar
Led onward ever by invisible hand
And words that fall from better lips
Which scatter their kisses like frozen petals
Whose muted hues lend pastel to the sky
Brush soft against the life-stained face
Then vanish like winter breath
And as the toll with hypnotic voice
Rises to eclipse the dying sun
The wash laps at their feet once more
As slow they march on.

A Secret Place

22 Monday Jun 2015

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creative, free-form, Love, poems, poetry, verse, writing

No walls, no windows

No doors

The boundaries of our world

No eyes can see

No voices hear

No senses reach

This sanctum

This secret place

The world sweeps by

No fears take flight

Green hearts, fingers stretch

Never to touch

This love in which we live.

 

17

26 Sunday Apr 2015

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creative, free-form, nordic, norse, poems, poetry, verse, winter, writing

Seventeen.
The darkness fills the room
Swallows whole the air and leaves
Shadows within shadows which creep
And devour the will to grow.
This heart so cold encased and hidden
Fractured by the absence of enlightening hue
A glacial touch that shall not thaw
This all enshrouding white.
Beyond the curve, beyond the eye
A pallid Sun still throws down
With hope its children’s touch so blithe
But not to us locked in this heart.
A cutting chill no longer felt
By we absorbed by winter
And promises made by breaking pasts
Cast no comfort now,
At seventeen again.

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