poetry – Tricia Chatter

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“I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.”- Khalil Gibran For more portrait photography, visit http://www.chattergoldstudios.com

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 heContinue reading “The Experiment”

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 theContinue reading “The Freshness- Rumi”

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 TellingContinue reading “Flame (Poems From Yesteryear)”

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 AContinue reading ““Soldier” (Poems from Yesteryear)”

“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 seriesContinue reading ““World Full of Color” (Poems From Yesteryear)”

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 goldContinue reading “The Least Figure – Rumi”