Biography of Chester Whitfield
Chester Whitfield Poems
The Earth weeps silently when the soul is laid out among the bed of flowers that grow somberly along the stone wall
Charlemagne killed for dawn pouring through battle saddened trees something better, the future It lies in the arms and legs
The Window Room
It was a big room with clean windows that spanned one whole wall and I sat in that stuffy room
6: 58 A.M.
driving down the hill I looked out over the sprawling town
Tranquil Day At The Edge Of A Field
A frog glides across frosty water pooled at the base of a rock statue tribute to years of cascading dreams Drifting across the surface
Pumas Change On Saturdays
I bought new glasses to see the bushes squirming out of the corner of my eye where the blood meets the beats
Crystals erupt from coffee stained Earth stretching closer to the apocolyptic handshake geometric beasts forming on the surface of an even greater evil
Parakeet In A Coal Mine
Fluttering forth from the mouth of the cave the bird of smoke twists and turns towards the light diffusing knowing only what it's told by others
He had a book in his lap, and everything was right. His stomach was full. His two parents sat one story below
As a child I would often take a fishing pole to the great stone dam behind my uncle's house and cast out into the deep with wishes of landing something monstrous. The ultimate struggle between boy and bass,
He had a book in his lap,
and everything was right.
His stomach was full.
His two parents sat one story below
watching intently at the television
thinking only of the love
living and breathing only feet above their heads.
He was warm in his home.
He had friends,