Lighting strikes
Breaking the silence
Sound so deafening
My breath catches
All alone
In the night sky
All alone
In the universe
You call my name
I hear
And smile
No boundaries
Can separate us.
by Tricia Chatterton (somewhere in the 90’s). All Rights Reserved.
I think this is not only brilliant marketing, but quite useful. No one likes to see a big open mouth chomping down on a burger. It’s not the most attractive sight. Just think of all the fun faces we could print on the hamburger wrappers that cover your mouth. You could change the faces seasonally for each holiday. Hello, fast food chains, are you reading this? Advertising agencies, get on it!
How to know
Which way to go
And whom
To go with
Social circles lead
But don’t plant the seed
Of who shall be
And who they shall be
With.
So, I pause and look
Unphased
Yet dazed
As I open another book
Waiting for that tap on the shoulder
To look and find
A beautiful soldier
To guard and protect… my heart.
Written by © Tricia Chatterton. All Rights Reserved. (somewhere in the 90’s)
Yeah, yeah, I know that everyone is talking about this song because Christina Aguilera sang it with A Great Big World on “The Voice,” but I prefer the version without her, thank you. It gives me that melancholy I-want-to-write-bad-poetry or paint-something-heartwrenchingly-awesome feeling that The Postal Service or Deathcab For Cutie inspires. Enjoy…and create.
I’m beginning a new category (can’t get enough) titled “Poetry From Yesteryear.” As I go through all of my sketchbooks from my twenties, I’m finding some interesting poetry. It’s fascinating to see where I was emotionally and spiritually at that time… and how much life has changed since. I begin my first in the series with…
“World Full of Color”
I used to think life very clear
All black and white.
Years change me
Visions transform
Path becomes blurry
Too many choices
Revelation
Disintegration
Transformation
In a world full of color.
I tried to think of some way
to let my face become yours.
“Could I whisper in your ear
a dream I’ve had? You’re the only one
I’ve told this to.”
You tilt your head, laughing,
as if, “I know the trick you’re hatching,
but go ahead.”
I am an image you stitch with gold thread
on a tapestry, the least figure,
a playful addition.
But nothing you work on is dull.
I am part of the beauty.
We are the night ocean filled
with glints of light. We are the space
between the fish and the moon,
while we sit here together.
Gamble everything for love,
if you’re a true human being.
If not, leave
this gathering.
Half-heartedness doesn’t reach
into magesty. You set out
to find God, but then you keep
stopping for long periods
at mean-spirited roadhouses.
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell.
We must get up and take that in,
that wind that lets us live.
Breathe before it’s gone.
Tricia Chatter 
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