Chris G. Vaillancourt

Silver Star - 3,046 Points (April 5,1959-june 2016 / Canada)

Pieces Of Paper From This Hand - Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

It is.
It is something.
Unknown horns blasting
like unicorns in a fire.
Sleeping heroes
that emerge from
their cocoons
as if nothing
else mattered.

And we mentioned
so many things
on the day we
were together.

Past events and present ones.
Hopes. Clothes and
a multitude of
platitudes.

So many worlds
of dirt and foliage.
Hiding behind a tree
where
the
demon
hordes
willnot find us.

They roam like
dangerous marshmallows
across the carpet
of self-awareness.

Kicking soccer balls
and
eating
a
favourite meal.
Smile.
Embrace yourself.
Be resigned
to what
is defined
in the mirror.

You are what you are.
I am what I am.

Collapsing circles
dripping
with
sarcasm.

It is.
It is finished.
There will not be
any
more
pieces
of
paper
from
this
hand.

Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical


Comments about Pieces Of Paper From This Hand by Chris G. Vaillancourt

  • Paul Sebastian (11/8/2015 10:06:00 AM)


    Great expressions! Great allusions!
    Be resigned
    to what
    is defined
    in the mirror
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  • Melvina Germain (11/5/2015 10:17:00 AM)


    Beautiful SpokenWord piece, I read it loud and so enjoyted the read..... (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/5/2015 5:39:00 AM)


    We mentioned
    so many things
    on the day we
    were together.....Past to present this poem is very much philosophical as described with deep emotion and sharing such a poem is wise definitely. Amazing sharing.10
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 5, 2015



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