Christopher Withers Poems
|43.||The Restless Waves||8/12/2017|
|44.||The Shimmering Sun's Eternal Wake||11/23/2006|
|45.||The Watcher Is Watched||9/17/2014|
|46.||They Come, They Play||12/4/2008|
|47.||Thoughts Of An Atheist||11/15/2006|
|48.||Time's Swift Beat||2/27/2008|
|49.||Together We Crumble, Stumble, And Fall||11/16/2006|
|55.||Witness Of The Modern Age||5/16/2009|
Comments about Christopher Withers
vision stunted by past deeds
leading to my current place,
childhood face: disconnected,
now adrift on stagnant lake.
cynicism scrawls the map
leading to my resting place,
a symptom of a drying mind,
what once was fluid, now is blind.
each denial of childhood dream
fractures now my world it seems.
mothers tears dried in her grave,
childhood view: never saved.
Frozen Moments And You
a surge of grief washes my senses,
seeming to ride the dim,
blue, evening light, and
suddenly i realise, that
this moment will soon be over -
never to be replayed,
that this life will soon be over -
always to be forgotten,
and that which i am, will fade -