Chris Taylor : Writing

For All Of You, I've Always Loved

For All Of You, I've Always Loved

A Poem by Chris Taylor


For All Of You, I’ve Always Loveda poem by Chris T.All of you I loveYou are my fair-skinned doveYour azure eyes are the window to your soulAnd I..
The Intruder

The Intruder

A Poem by Chris Taylor


The Intrudera poem by ChrisYour long pointed nose you wedge into couplesCausing division where ever you goMotivated by hurt, selfishness and greedTear..
When We Blot Out The Sun

When We Blot Out The Sun

A Poem by Chris Taylor


When We Blot Out The Suna poem by ChrisI pray our children will forgive usWhen we blot out the sunTheir laughter will fade and drift awayLike chasing ..
Fumble Fingers

Fumble Fingers

A Poem by Chris Taylor


Fumble Fingersby Chris T.Worn out calloused digits,The tools that I use.My friends and my foes,Milestones of age and duty.Today you fly with the adept..
And I Draw The Water Once More

And I Draw The Water Once More

A Poem by Chris Taylor


And I Draw The Water Once Morea poem by Chris T.Tossing my bucket down the wellA quick silence fills that space in time before the splashContact with ..
And The Horn Blows Once More

And The Horn Blows Once More

A Poem by Chris Taylor


And The Horn Blows Once Morea poem by Chris T.I fill my lungs with air to toot my hornBlow and inhale in my bravadoCalling forth what once was bornLik..
Wings Begin To Take Flight Once More

Wings Begin To Take Flight Once More

A Poem by Chris Taylor


Wings Begin To Take Flight Once Morea poem by Chris T.When the tangle in my mind finally begins to unravelAnd the chaos is silenced with a calmclarity..
Where Have You Been My Ancient Coin

Where Have You Been My Ancient Coin

A Poem by Chris Taylor


Where Have You Been My Ancient Coina poem by Chris T.Oh where have you been my ancient coinI wonder what aged hands have you passed throughWere you th..
The Brightest Spot On My Desk And In My Heart

The Brightest Spot On My Desk And In My Heart

A Poem by Chris Taylor


The Brightest Spot On My Desk And In My Hearta poem by Chris T.The color of creamy jade sitting in an elephant potYou grow fervently with so little li..
This Is My Fingers' Great Honor

This Is My Fingers' Great Honor

A Poem by Chris Taylor


This Is My Fingers’ Great Honora poem by Chris T.Red, waxy skin.Smooth and curving from stem to bottom.Crushes to grip with little effortFor thi..