We hide our thoughts
And faces behind
The fantasies we build
In metal boxes,
The melted sand panes
Reflecting back the cold
Outside,
Holding in our voices
As if they belonged to us
And yet still they slip,
Unruly children,
Through our fingers
As they grasp too late
To ideas on the winter breeze
The chill that keeps us
Safe inside,
Open-mouthed we gasp the poison
That bleeds into our sanctum
Wishing that the journey was worth
The destination,
That our voices would join
With those we hold
In silent esteem,
That we could stay
Forever cocooned in glass and steel,
That all we would be
Would lead us home.
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018
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Brilliantly phrased. I love these lines
“Open-mouthed we gasp the poison
That bleeds into our sanctum”
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Thanks a lot – I appreciate you reading and leaving your thoughts. Pleased you liked this.
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How come we like the same lines, my dear?
Excellent poem, Chris. I had to go back.
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Thank you so much, I appreciate you reading and taking the time to leave your thoughts.
I guess it must be something in the water!
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It must be….
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Like minds is all I can think.
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The answer is correct.
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Go George!!! He got it right!
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Within a spiritual shelter
from the storm . . .
supernal poetry is born.
Chris, as always, you are
in word worthy form.
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Thank you, David, I enjoyed your poetic response to this!
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“Holding in our voices
As if they belonged to us
And yet still they slip,
Unruly children,”
I love these lines… They made me smile in recognition. I think I have a shoe for a mouth 😁
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‘Better out than in,’ as Shrek once said! Glad that this resonated with you, Maggie.
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Lol, gotta love shrek quotes 😁
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Reblogged this on chrisnelson61.
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You have such a unique way with words… To capture reality in a web woven of threads spun from darkness but interlaced with traces of light. I am quite impressed as well as entertained.
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Thank you very much for your most kind words – they mean alot coming from someone who uses language as effectively as you do. I truly appreciate your feedback.
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You are very welcome. I fully stand behind my feedback. You are an excellent poet and I am equally honored by your uplifting words.
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Thank you.
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You conjure so much with such a light touch Chris. Excellent writing.
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Thanks, Mark, I appreciate that.
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Sometimes the metal box is necessary but not to be used frequently, because then, we’ll be killing your potentials deep down inside you
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I think that you are correct in your summary. Thank you, I appreciate your feedback.
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You’re welcome
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