Chris Green Poet Free verse

Night Time Brings

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Night time brings a silence,
a loneliness that drags hours
through the mind's corridors

Winding past words shared
during the day, earlier promises,
affectionate offerings found my eyes,
longing for merely a touch from
far away wishes, rubbing brass lamps,
picking four leaf clovers...

I was asked, " Is there anything you can't do?"

What I can't do hurts more than what I can 
and what I can do doesn't matter
because of what I can't 

So here I sit on this autumn night alone,
dreaming of you, wondering where you are,
imagining us...hoping you are too,
in this silence and loneliness that
night time brings

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Darrell Rose November 12, 2019 at 3:34 AM Ohhhhh. That longing moment, that dream, that hope which overcomes the cruel reality of distance. I felt it in these words which fell gentle to the page flowing and light. I enjoyed it, thank you Chris Darrell Chris Green November 12, 2019 at 7:29 AM I am happy you enjoyed this. Thank you Darrell for your kind thoughts.

Quoth Theraven November 11, 2019 at 4:25 PM Chris, This poem is so well written in the language of loss. The night's version of 'Sunday Morning Coming Down'. Johnny Cash would approve, I think. -Richard Chris Green November 11, 2019 at 5:00 PM Thanks so much Richard. That is a high compliment indeed. I appreciate your visit today.

Hello There November 11, 2019 at 12:44 AM I agree with Gershon about the second to last stanza... Captivating all on its own, my friend. Chris Green November 11, 2019 at 8:13 AM Thanks my friend. I always look forward to your visits.

Gershon Wolf November 10, 2019 at 6:49 PM The second-to-last stanza is so profound. I believe that only an individual of exceptional ability, and true modesty, can write such words. They are words to turn over and over again, to return to again and again. Thank you, Chris! Blessings, Gershon Chris Green November 11, 2019 at 8:13 AM Thanks my friend. I appreciate your visit this weekend.

Ronald D Thompson November 9, 2019 at 5:22 PM Great Chris..just great. The line...what I can do doesn't matter because of what I can't..that's profound. Hope all is well my friend..Ron :) Chris Green November 11, 2019 at 8:12 AM Thanks Ron. I am glad you liked this one.

Kim Rodrigues November 9, 2019 at 5:04 AM The nighttime brings a poet to his pen yearning for companionship. Be blessed, dear poet! Chris Green November 11, 2019 at 8:12 AM Thank you Kim. I appreciate you my friend.

Sandra Adams November 8, 2019 at 8:37 PM yearning coming through again, your writing always intrigues and amazes me, how you can write the most beautiful poems and then write one that's funny then switch to a lonely longing the next, to me that's a sign of true talent...you always pull the reader in and make them feel the words.... excellent penning my friend... enjoy your weekend! hugs Chris Green November 11, 2019 at 8:12 AM Thank you so very much Sandy. Your words to me are always so kind and forever bring a smile to my face.

Heidi Sands November 8, 2019 at 5:35 PM Oh, this is sad Chris. I can feel an empty place with longing in loneliness. I hope that it is filled with faith and happiness :) Chris Green November 11, 2019 at 8:11 AM Thank you so very much Heidi for always being so kind to me.