"Unsilvered Mirrors..."

"Unsilvered Mirrors..."

A Poem by Chris
"

Southern Cross' "Orphaned Lovers" drew these words

"

Southern Cross' "Orphaned Lovers" drew these

 

"Unsilvered Mirrors..."

Sitting

leaning

- forehead to the glass...

staring unseeing

quietly being

 

nowhere at all

 

- here -

 

as each word - forms, glistens

slowly begins to fall

- faster,

faster still...

'til from the cheek - released

each floats...

 

glistening,

 

sparkling,

 

finding the starlight

then splattering

spattering

exploding

releasing the heartlight to

 

merge

 

merging

with the darkness

becoming

 

being

 

the silence

within which I

 

...live.

 

Chris

© 2013 Chris


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with head to glass I cannot..but I am drawn to touch as they fall so their journey is not alone... stunning

Posted 11 Years Ago


This is haunts me with a living ghost. You're expressing existence in a way only you could, though we've all felt it the same, I'm sure.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I agree with S.C. your words are melodious, they sing to our hearts.

Posted 11 Years Ago


The light we seek in the darkness in truly within ourselves so the looking in the mirror is the way to find it. Excellent work.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Ok I read "Orphaned Lovers" .. and now I've read this poem (5 times) ...

And I don't understand how they relate .. I do understand the silence within,

And I know about not being heard, or having no reason to speak

I don't know how words can "glisten" "sparkle" , or "spatter" (unless one is spitting)

"Unsilvered mirrors" .. ? .. I know they reflect nothing .. but how does that relate

here ..? .. .. Ok I'll come back when I find my thinking cap .. now where did I put it ...

SIGH .. I think I am a lost cause ...

I tried ... Jazz

Posted 11 Years Ago


J. J.  Nightingale

11 Years Ago

Wow excellent comment Chris ! .. I always fear being "wrong" , when trying to interpret someone's p.. read more
Chris

11 Years Ago

awwwwwwwwwww.... thanks Jazz...you are always welcome here and I appreciate you speaking your mind.... read more
J. J.  Nightingale

11 Years Ago

:) .............. X
There's something cool not just about the way/which words you select, but how you structure the poem. We have to read them in the way I imagine you expect us to. I'm not making sense, lol. Do you know what I mean? (and if I'm confused I'm sure you are)
I can imagine your voice agiving a poetry reading even though I've never met nor 'heard' your voice. I think that's what I mean :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Chris

11 Years Ago

Perfect sense... and full understanding. Poetry IS an audible medium and our "voice" is felt within.. read more
I am always moved by your poetry.. I had to go and see what inspired you and was moved once more..

Posted 11 Years Ago


Resonates deeply... thank you for sharing your soul-thoughts.

Peace and Love

Posted 11 Years Ago


I am honored to have created an inspiration by my words . Your words are like an ancient waltz in flow and melody. I am so glad I am back and among friends such as you.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Chris

11 Years Ago

I really write in ink... and in multiple journals.
Exceptional, as always. Your voice just flows, Chris...seamlessly and beautifully.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Chris

11 Years Ago

You're biased - "The Price Of Admission" is still in your eyes ...laughing here
KAOlmsted

11 Years Ago

Ha! :-D

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Chris

Lansing, MI



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