She found it,
free falling through her pain
her need for meds
deadening the constant flame
burning
always burning her nerve ends,
We sat with her
her eyes on the ticking clock
knowing when
the pills were due to finally arrive,
she didn’t respond
to our recollections our pleas
to be,
in the end she passed suddenly
they said, her bed
enfolding her frailty, her face still,
she found oblivion
her end was peace we craved
all her intolerable pain
not any more,
nothing.
C26
A poem
His lifelong love left him,
her soul soared from this sphere
he was bereft,
left alone with griefs cold touch,
he faded into sepia shades,
no protests made
like a husk, he died within,
with the gentle gust of a westerly wind
he blew away from the grey
back into the light.
C
A poem
Someone I didn’t know
died today,
and yesterday as well
without a doubt
someone I don’t know will also
pass away,
That’s ok
they didn’t know me either
and on my death
they won’t waste a single breath
this is how it should be,
Every life
though lauded by the shrill crowd
is allowed
one innings, go on kid
make us proud.
Chris
A poem
Excuse me
lately I have been like literally low key
riding lazily along
those least travelled roads,
Excuse me
dear friend but every heavy heart
needs to mend
itself, and then, reluctantly stutter and start
all over again.
Chris
A poem of grief
We woke and, in our waking, we found a loss most profound
in the earliest hour of morning, she passed
never to be heard to laugh lustily over long luncheons again
dear friend, this ending
it may be too soon, to compose, or sit in repose to contemplate
vicissitudes of fate, it is the steep cliff we foresaw
now plunging we seek handholds in the cruel cold stone of death
it may be too soon…
For C
Chris Adelaide 2025
A poem
Come and see
the broken mess of me,
come and see
spread out for all to see
come
and see the mess of me.
Chris P
A poem
I just returned from a long long drive
grateful to survive
speeding behemoths, weaving wanderers
time squanderers,
cars with names I no longer recognise, not Hondas
or Holdens,
I cribbed notes from poetry podcasts
as we cruised, I used the time as best I could
past wood and leaf under blue sky
every now and then we would spy
a tree, though dead, had been painted entirely blue
we Googled it of course!
it was for men’s health, I felt remorse for my ignorance,
On we pushed as hours went slowly by
each kilometre a calculation in mind
signs with surety proclaim
the total distance to our destination!
until at last our driveway greets us, welcome home
to begin the routine over again.
Chris
A poem of longing
Oh wind,
turn south
for me
whisper words to
soothe
or prove
my senses are correct,
We advise,
or direct
walk past grace
blithely
we are unwilling..
I am leaking
like a
sieve
holding
no living water
Oh wind, turn to me
kiss my brow
attentively
as limbs
on aged trees
sway so peacefully.
#poetry
Chris
2025
A poem
What lies within the heart of a human? I only see the red or the blue,
Beat on heart while callous crowds gather convinced of their truths,
What lies beneath righteous rhetoric? I only hear the cry of me, me, me
I look into my pond some days and see it grows less clear, murkier as if the air itself is saturated with sin..
Human hearts beat regardless of the worth of the vessel, or the deeds done with a treacherous hand held to the chest, proclaiming we are the best, truth is ours alone.
What does it mean to be human? If I could guess it may be better to act it out rather than stare at the sun.
What lies in my human heart? That is where poetry starts.
Chris
2025
A poem
She kept persisting, asking him
how do you feel?
how do you really feel young man?
He knows how to feel a purse
or the back of Fagans’ cruel hand
that’s how you knick
by feeling ever so lightly, artfully!
His stomach rumbles
she asks, “are you upset young man?”
no it’s just he hasn’t eaten
for over a day or even more,
her notepad poised on her knee
she says it is hard for me!
Well Miss you know that’s my trade
you have yours
I have mine..
only when he sleeps the well is deep
and so very dark
please he says, don’t leave me in the dark.
Chris P
