Poetry

Poetry by Chris Foster

The following five poems are written by Chris Foster.

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A Place For Me.

Today I found a note pinned to a tree,

It said what I wasn’t and just couldn’t be,

I burned the note with my last match,

Into the soil the note became attached,

I walked much further and far ahead,

To find that things weren’t in my head,

The nature of things became clear to me,

Far as the most deep seeking eye could see,

The trees stood tall all around,

Soil not matted upon the ground,

I could see it all and that much more,

Never distinguishing the rich from poor,

All but of one in this well lit place,

Sun started setting so I picked up the pace,

My friends as they chirp all around me,

The beavers played so I let them be,

This is a place where many are alive,

Towards the light they always strive,

It is a place of golden trees,

Emerald leaves and bumble bees,

Ruby cherries and sapphire skies,

This is the place that tells no lies.

Amid The Broken Swan; Share The Blanket.

The first of Autumn came fast this year,

Bidding farewell to warmth yet shed no tear,

All year long sun cracks the earth,

Cold consumes to begin rebirth,

Many hide from falling white,

They run all day and sit all night,

Waiting for the clock to strike Spring,

Rebirth of all kind with new everything,

Old revived with the dewy sweet air,

Moisture hugging every stand of hair,

Skin so soft and tree leaves lush,

Trails all clear and thickened brush,

Brisk reminds of better days,

Yet brisk is best if it stays.

Emerald And Dilithium.

Trees fallen and old lakebed dry,

Slowly filling with tears that they cry,

Making rain yet never hitting ground, 

Sun smiles down and still they frown,

Why so sad the wise one did ponder,

Grass of green for miles a yonder,

Squirrel of small and giraffe so tall,

Crack slight wood to see them all,

Sideways eyes did scour the earth,

Through woods and hills to see new birth,

For time did see and it meant the most,

The smoke rose up as they grew close,

Solid being and rather small,

Has the gumption to outlast the tall,

Native not for that smoke did fade,

What would come of this day,

Else hold next and not such key,

To keep a life that never be,

Smoke now from grey to black,

Armoured from any counter attack,

Yellow uniform upon great spheres,

Spinning always until disappeared,

See it now as time is new,

Every spin spun another few,

Chewed up rocks and spat out homes,

Never more a place to be alone,

Wise man wise and so he fled,

Wanting not to wake up dead,

Crashing backwards fell his friends,

If chanced not start then life soon ends,

Begin quick now and fall large sky,

No tears left for the wise to cry.

Let The Day Go On.

Today sure is a lazy day,

A time to make evil go away,

Hear the voice very clearly inside your head,

Makes you wish you were someone else instead,

Someone stronger and much less weak,

Alike the faucet without a leak,

In my mind I found a place,

Not one religion or even race,

Instead a place with diamond door handles,

The reddest rubies upon marble mantles,

A place that only I’m allowed,

It feels like heaven without a cloud,

What a day to make it through,

I have my family, I’ll always have you,

Emerald laces the leaves of great willows,

Cashmere made up a bed of pillows,

Today is the day that I make a change,

To hear distorted voice in range,

This place means so much to me,

It is the calmest and most free,

This is the place of greenest grass,

Fullest futures and bricked up pasts,

Make time to listen and make it last,

Walk through the valley so very vast,

Close my eyes and relax my face,

I realised that in fact I am this place.

Life Worth Living.

Walking the beach that is my life,

Helping people engaged in strife,

Feeling lost and never found,

Hearing voices all around,

Seeing the sights that life does hold,

Climbing trees and blackberries bold,

Found myself along the way,

We walked right into another day,

I see myself inside my soul,

The voices talk and more they stole,

You are so strong and in no delft,

Talks so long upon the shelf,

See the groundhog out of his hole,

Watch the cereal in the bowl,

See my kind soul as I try,

To make myself learn to fly.

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