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Enjoy a taste of the art!

From "Vacant Morality - Poems of the Past"

From "Vacant Morality - Poems of the Past"

From "Vacant Morality - Poems of the Past"

A Kiss


Even now, as the sun falls

through your window

and the wind softly

blows a gentle kiss

the leaves so gingerly

curled and folding over

the scent of impending frost

falls upon your lips


We are left forever

in the moment, 

the stillness silent

like the pause

between each breath

It was our time,

a wonder of temptation

it was our offering

this sacrifice we lent


To split apart 

and go on

our separate journeys

and in the end

it was the only

place to start


Frozen in time

like the frame

around your portrait

out of touch,

but the memory cannot lie

I've tried so hard

to justify this longing

I've tried so long

to let this moment part


Even as the sun fades softly

from your window

and the wind cries out

a parting kiss,

I've always wished

that my tomorrow

could ever be,

half as good as this


©Christopher Raine

From "Where The Grasses Wept"

From "Vacant Morality - Poems of the Past"

From "Vacant Morality - Poems of the Past"

We Laugh


Yeah, we're going broke

wages going down

costs going up

we find our laughter

under seat cushions

like loose change

amongst the crumbs

my wife and I

leaning on each other

like two playing cards 

waiting for a gust of wind

to knock us down

I make her a piña colada

I drink my rum with ice

when it's good

with cola when it's not

I'm almost out of cola now

we listen to music

and bitch about life

then we laugh 

we laugh

in gallows mirth

giddy and morose

we lie in a bed 

of satire and dead flowers

in barren gardens

as autumn falls

we laugh


©Christopher Raine

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