A Poem by Chris

How we find that our thoughts want to wander the world...


How we find that our thoughts want to wander the world… inspirations, aspirations - are moments to be treasured.


This eve I sat with others’ echoes

whispering behind my eyes

- my own images held within.

I didn't cry ...didn't cry -

though the melancholy held

my mind

while my fingertips bled ...again.




I've sat in "Peacock" gardens,

looked out atop castle walls,

down from the glaciers,

up from the valleys,

‘cross vales and veils of “distants”,

sailed roiling seas, walked lands’ end surf,

wondered futures and reasons

and even existence -

and left tears under foreign skies.

I daydreamed so many “whens”

and lived with others’ “whys”.


NOW - halfway ‘cross the world,

the wandered oceans, continents -

paths of knights and minstrels,

silently follow behind.


I've tasted "storied" hallows,

crossed "sands" of memories' fields.

Even now I sense the pause of times -

rippling amongst my own …moments…

moments held daily, tightly …near.


Each ghostlet shimmers

beneath life's very breath

as visions circle and circle

to re-and-reappear.


And there ARE faces, so many now - crowds

crowds of faces - more to be thought over,

reaching hands, touched hands and voices -

soft, sibilant echoes, the tones in dreams -

friends and others close -

unstilled heartbleats -  still meaning

more than life

- such are my stars.



© 2017 Chris

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Inspiration, this poesy is a true inspiration.
Thank you for sharing.

Posted 7 Months Ago


7 Months Ago

I hope you find your own paths to wander and inspire.
Gautham Sathyan

7 Months Ago

Thank you Chris
a full life you have led, enriching your mind and thoughts; leaving portraits etched in your memory to recall and enjoy.
A wonderful journey you have penned..

Posted 1 Year Ago

What a lovely journey you took me on Chirs! And once again, I'm owned by one of your writings. Everything was pictured poetically for the reader xx
Great job!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

I appreciate your pauses Norah - come by anytime.
Beautiful journey that which you've traveled. Eloquent work!!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

I sense I am not alone in my wanderings...
Passionate writer

1 Year Ago

You're senses are correct dear Sir.
One's own stars are always the most valued...
to be inspired daily is a blessing.
To see the world through fresh eyes is too.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

THAT's who we are Josie... life inspires us... to dream and reach and share the sights we perceive -.. read more
Josie E. Cook M. A.

1 Year Ago

Yes, this is so true.
Chris, you set a 365 degree stage for the panorama of your journey...and what a journey it is!...so many miles, so many stopping places, so many faces... beautiful imagery and flow and metaphor-"crossed sands of memories' fields"...memories as real as life. Master-Class poem. Kudos!

Posted 1 Year Ago

Loved this immensely esp the verse starting where you mentioned peacock

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

THAT referenced memories of England at its start...
loved every bit of the journey

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

So have I... thanks for pausing
A star's path.....
I can't bear to read YOU.. sometimes
I see them, and I see me
in every word you type
I love the sharing, caring
but the tears ..the tears ....
why must they linger
forever..in mind


Posted 1 Year Ago

' unstilled heartbleats - still meaning more than life - - such are my stars. ' And such beautiful stars, Chris.

Seems wherever you've been, whoever you've met has left varying prints behind. You've become your experiences; you've become how you've travelled life - ' .the tones in dreams - friends and others close - unstilled heartbleats '

Even trials and sadness, stress and worse, hasn't diminished your spirit. Such, fine writing.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on May 11, 2017
Last Updated on May 11, 2017
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