Christopher Thor Britt Poems

An empty field, a broken tree
Divided left and right
Nature's course, an unseen force
As the storm passed in the night
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From silence comes silence
From solitude, a prayer
Running brings distance
Foolishness, a stare
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A cup of café almond mocha
On any given day means
There’s an angel sitting there beside me.
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The sharpest sight may blind become if
Sense is left behind
When Wisdom's tongue becomes dumb,
No mercy shall we find
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A raven, dark as sorrow’s dream
Sat perched upon a tree
His sable wings and golden eye
His gaze turned to the sea.
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Patient is the man whom
Time has hold of not
Hours fall an endless stream
Sand through the hourglass
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Fear abides where
Darkness hides the
Impossible and peculiar
Shadows cast o’er
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I long for the open sea while gentle waves call to me in my sleep
Dreams of fresh air and a boundless horizon
No words ride the night air, yet I hear her song and know her voice.
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Oh innocence of trust unchecked
How stare you back at me?
T’was you who fled this heart laid bare
Oh barren calamity
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My bitter heart, a ghost that ever lingers at the edge of sight
First seeking, then fleeing as if by chancing that which it desires most
Might forever add permanence to its lonely sentence
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