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Tag: poetry
The Experiment
(Somewhere in the 90’s)
Experimental movements
Social obligations
Each turn
Each take
A different moment
and interpretation.
His smile
lights your soul
for a little while,
But the flame only burns
When his smile
Stays consistent
Beside you
In front of you
Inside you.
Trust ignited
Inhibitions let go
And you are his
And he is yours
And there is no one
else
In the world.
Rumi Moment
Friend, our closeness is this:
anywhere you put your foot, feel me
in the firmness under you.
How is it with this love,
I see your world and not you?
More Rumi
Listen to the Presences inside poems,
let them take you where they will.
Follow those private hints,
and never leave the premises.
The Freshness- Rumi
When it’s cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.
And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.
The inner secret, that which was never born,
you are that freshness, and I am with you now.
I can’t explain the goings,
or the comings. You enter suddenly,
and I am nowhere again.
Inside the majesty.
Flame (Poems From Yesteryear)
The candle flame flickers
As I sit here and stare
Wondering if
You’re wondering where
I am
Or
Who
I am with
Or if
I’m thinking of you
As you think of me
Too.
I sit here staring
The candle flickers
Are you caring?
About me?
Like I care about you?
The candlelight flickers
Telling me…
You do.
Never Alone
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.
“Soldier” (Poems from Yesteryear)
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)
“World Full of Color” (Poems From Yesteryear)
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.
The Least Figure – Rumi
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.
Tricia Chatter 
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