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"Clothing You Soft..." Clothing you soft in silks with satin sheens is my most 'cherished' dream from the softest, gentliest wish I ever had. It's not smoldering 'bedroom' eyes, nor a 'come hither' smile... It's not a 'take me' stance, or even a sultry siren's voice... that melts me head-to-toe. It's that you held my hand all night long... 'til the dawn and didn't once notice time's flow. It's that you sat rapt found in my memories of places, times, and friends... so lightly 'mellow'. It was the single unselfish, unthinking kiss, as with "Good Mornin..." on my lips... you said "Good Night..." Perhaps in my dreams when I ask... you'll accept. Chris
Tags: Poetry Writing
"As It Gently Wraps Round And Around You..." As it gently wraps round and around you the music lifts. With the full clarity of just simple life's breath... you're held, helpless, transfixed, then transported. Being taken so high and far away, up and over the shoals of dreams, past wishes snares. Softly, gently following life's pathway across rainbow-hued meadows, through silvered forests, and climbing sparkling quartz-encrusted hills... you reach the peak. All is spread at your feet... gleaming, glistening... new, alive... and for moments you're filled and understand. 'Til reaching the final 'wind-wand's' note, there... it and all fade away, leaving you back at the beginning... filled with such yearning... hoping... to begin anew. Chris
Tags: Poetry Writing
"And All That I Want..." And all that I want is so little after all... not wealth, fame; not things... nor fake comforts or lack of pain; not laughter or even smiles; nor tears, pity, or sympathy. I just didn't want to be... alone. Chris
Tags: Poetry Writing
"Entwining All That I Am..." Entwining all that I am my emotions are so closely woven to you. Each thread intermingles, twines, twists, turns... 'til lost in the fabric of a we become inseperable... leaving me to ponder where you or I begin. Is it from me, you, or we... she, he or is it yours or mine... this feeling that so softly overwhelms all thoughts of caution, of slowing this racing heart before yet another parting's wreck? It no longer matters from whom it began... nor where, or when; 'cause now its... we... immutable, unstoppable, 'til time's finite end. Chris
Tags: Poetry Writing
"Softly Play Through The Night..."
Softly play through the night while smiling with the warmth contained so deep within. 'Cause it's more than just passion's afterglow... that holds you so tightly... more than mere togetherness that has your spirit flying so free... more than lover's closeness that fills your heart to overflowing. It's more than the sum of you, than the sum of me... even more than a mere 'we'. It's finally realizing the 'all' that we can be.
Chris
Tags: Poetry Writing
"Feeling the music in my heart..."
Feeling the music in my heart, as echoes of your voice pass again and again through my awareness... I'm left wondering. "How?" How is it I stop anything... even thought... at the sound of your voice? Why am I so drawn for mere moments of soul filling smiles. Knowing, always knowing... they must end in my pain... my hurting yet again. Why does even the 'possibility' of bringing a smile to your eyes make me glow... positively glow. When knowing as I do that the smile isn't meant for me... never was... and never will be meant for me. I don't know yet still I must try... Why? I am not desperate. I'm NOT... Damnit, I'm not... but I am... with you, and don't know why.
Chris
Tags: Poetry Writing
This is an older writing... it was NOT written as a challenge... it was written because I could. This is NOT short.
Some try using patterns... follow this one...
"Anyway..." Feeling The Music In My Heart... Softly Play Through The Night... Entwining All That I Am... And All That I Want... As It Gently Wraps Round And Around You... Clothing You Soft... In Shimmering Waves Of Sound... Chris
Tags: Poetry Writing
Continuing other places and times...
People flow with the winds -
and the eddies of change and time,
and even just surviving, as you must,
leave so many in places
and realities
they didn't dream. Places that NEED to become a 'from' –
if only they have the guts to restart
and the heart to actually do it. "Where does the time go?..." Places,
so many places I've known
and paused…
each - another point of 'starlight'
on a Dakota sky;
each – another beginning realized,
another hope
another wish
another dream
to be tried and lived. I learned that seeing rainbows
is not a measure of living;
touching them –
is. Chris
Tags: Poetry Writing
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None...
Other days still...
"Pater Noster, qui es in caelis... sanctificaetor nomen tuum, adveniat regnam tuum, fiat voluntas tua sicut in caelo et in terra..." I intoned softly. I still remember these words and the others that follow. I remember meaning them as I spoke them and when I didn't - mean them, just spoke them. I remember my outstretched arms meant to encompass the entire group - to gather them into what was being intoned... and when those same arms couldn't hold one in this world a moment longer. "Wandering..." I remember when I couldn't cry
the day my eyes couldn't turn away
the day my ears ceased existing
and the world just stopped. I remember
green
things all around somehow
and colors that were just black
on night. I remember stars -
cold pinpoints burnt into my eyelids
unceasing spots cascading upon retinas
that no longer cared. I remember standing
til I couldn't
and how it IS to topple
disjointed -
falling boneless though wide-awake
and fully aware
and without any control whatsoever. I remember my friend
and his leaving
though no one else does
or ever will. Chris
Tags: Poetry Writing
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