Where Have I Not Been

Hi everyone , sorry if the fluidity of this blog has been intermittent , i have depression anxiety and stress a trypitch of confusion words halt before they have been written etc i will not go on too long as i know i am not the only one and some of you folks have struggled in a similar way.

Focus is a funny word as is motivation neither i can give definition too at the moment , but i wanted to be honest with you all and keep you in the loop , poetry will resume after this brief intermission as will other writing of mine, the blank page will be a friend again but be assured i love you all and will be posting things that catch my distracted mind, so i go and look at words mix them up and hopefully ….. well you know , so long as i do not choke as they go down

Take Care
and all the best
Chris

long night after flesh (world poetry day)

fog
a thick rope about my neck
tethered me to harbor wall
goat to oceans sacrifice,
behind obscured
lights and windows of those
who do not feel this way,
having taken the bus
found myself here,
bagged empty bottle
at my feet,
if any cigarette’s remained
i would of lit one
tasted toasted tobacco
tongue on teeth
chin to chest,
dark swirl foam
nymphs invite embrace
no fear in my heart
not the the fear i had felt
before she touched
fingertips before stepping
out of the door
with him,
closed my eyes wished to fall
forward and accept that
deep fate,
yet i flew
leaving behind the wall
and those if they had looked
would of observed
me leaving

 

World Poetry Day 2014

cumbria caravan , eastern view

Chris Lawrence Phoneography

4:30am

spelltime hour of silence

light defaces the sky

and sun confronts glass,

i am a discordant instrument

out of tune,

field and track make profiles

in the light,

rabbit flashes white tail

crows beckon with raw calls,

everyone is sleeping,

alone without cellphone coverage

or far reaching internet,

my problems an essential alphabet

to be categorized and processed

without many answers,

flushed with a sense of panic

brighter light folds about me,

besides dad gone since january

people move about my head

reaching for my attention

often stumbling,

sipping coffee

i asked them to be patient

my service was slow

attention would come

from the sleep abandoned

most awake now,

allowing the light to reach my retina

but there it stopped,

inside was still a bleak landscape

of whatever,

and i had not cleaned it up yet

 

d Oliver Goodrum / w Alexander Craig – This Is Vanity

This Is Vanity – Short Film from Oliver Goodrum on Vimeo.

In Conclusion

does trust come from the sky

or is born in the infancy of fire

bathe in it’s shadow

and let it linger in the eye,

no incident can let it go,

dry coughs

awkward glances,

a long thread no more subtle

than saliva from a bottleneck,

to plume of exhausted breath,

open words

sore like wounds deepen,

as if caught on the ocean’s

roughest coral,

intimacy rare no longer needed,

raw pauses

neglected opening of the mouth

silence fell,

a ball of anger now the abandoned

toy in the corner,

term of arrangement sorted

it could go to court

or be sorted now,

with looks , voices and reaching

fingertips,

solving this was hard,

dissolving would be harder

 

Inner Child Press

See the whole page my poem http://www.innerchildmagazine.com/poetry-with-laurasue.php

 

With Jeffrey A Saunders Sr

http://jefferyasanderssr.yolasite.com/blog.php

 

and also Louis Rams

https://www.facebook.com/poetlou

And LauraSue Guitterez whose column with Inner Child Press it is and i am so grateful

Morning Blend

sun slits days first sky,

morning sweet as unbitten candy,

sidewalk warm with evaporating

stains of rain,

moving to the car in the lot

metal warm contours

windows open,

radio interrupted silence

news bisects my mind

shootings, loss, agony, fire

emotive stackup for the day,

early congestion everywhere

car noses prominent

pushed as bows on blacktop,

juddering in lines

with nominal spurts of speed,

instead of frustration

my breath became clear

so i would not fog the windows,

would she be waking

what first thoughts,

it did not matter

cellphone switched off

work would not be expecting

me either,

elements of freedom began to encroach,

if only the traffic moved faster

human tide most offensive,

we live under burden and pressure

uniting physical and metaphysical,

other faces stared ahead

bluetooth headsets flickering

nobody smiled

grey faced stream,

gazing from one car to another

inhaling fumes through a/c

how desperate it seemed,

even music could not alter this

monotonous mass,

i was part of this

humanity as a whole,

to depart from all this

would i become a monster.

In response to http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/08/17/weekly-photo-challenge-merge/#respond working on a theme of MERGE