Chris Green Poet Rhyme

Steel Upon Endings

Taken, by fate, to a subway of feelings
Caverns which reap what I call
Beacons of hope at the end often stealing
Fixtures in spite of it all

Counting the tracks of a firm destination
Purchasing tickets to share
Fear stands my heart of my own hesitation
Wondering if you are there

Whistles a’ call and the watchman he carries
Candles of flickering flame
Dancing like wings on the shoulders of fairies
Illumined this night to remain

Standing alone on this platform libation
Drinking the sights I do see
Pacing my walk as my feet they do hasten
Bounding so effortlessly

Hearing the rumble of steel upon endings
Narrow the edge where I wait
Moving along with the answers depending
Finding the hour is late

Darkness invades past the lights ever keeping
Colors to turn on in time
Riding this train of a heart steady weeping
Until the day you are mine

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Doug Vinson December 5, 2016 at 7:36 AM I love the title. It is a phrase we have not heard before, and it can be said as with some French words that have "liason" - the final consonant goes right into the following first vowel in the next word (so you can just run the words together and it still sounds good). I looked into this and came upon such hitherto unknown words such as "fricative, obstruent, plosive, pausa, sandhi." Well, they were unknown to me, at least. Who knew?

Doug Vinson December 5, 2016 at 7:36 AM Anyway, this past weekend the phrase "steel upon endings" would appear in my mind, a most pleasurable thing. I mean no disrespect to the poem as a whole - it is, as is much of Chris's work, so good that right as I was typing "Chris's work" I got a tingling in my hands like I needed to wring them or something. Mr, Green, you touch a lot of people. The title, here, exists as a separate entity for me, an island that my ship passed by many times in the past few days, and quite a good cruise it was. Doug Vinson December 6, 2016 at 2:16 PM Such a beauty those monochromatic visions can have at times, sad though they may be. One reason I like the high reaches of the earth - nothing but ice, snow, and rock. If the sky is cloudy you've really only got light and dark. Chris Green December 5, 2016 at 8:42 AM Thanks so much Doug. I appreciate your thoughtful and extensive review of my poem. Sadness and heartbreak take different shapes for me at times. When I am happy I see things in brilliant colors, though when sad, simple tones, monochromatic visions capture me and my pen can write some very absurd things at times. This title came from the feeling of waiting for a train that doesn't arrive and all I am left with is empty steel tracks disappearing in the distance. Thanks again my friend

Charmaine Chircop November 28, 2016 at 5:28 PM Who waits for that train..and who journeys on that train...It could be a journey with mamy stops...a long one..but the heart will lalways lead to one destination...Very sad...yet hopeful...Kind of suites my mood today...I love it. A Fave. Charmaine Chircop November 29, 2016 at 1:21 PM You 're a good friend.tnks. Chris Green November 29, 2016 at 8:40 AM Thanks so very much Charmaine. I am happy you liked this but saddened a bit that it fits your mood. There's an empty seat on this train right here next to me if you'd care to sit down, sometimes the journey is easier when you have someone to talk to. :)

Heidi Sands November 28, 2016 at 3:41 PM Wow Chris, that brings the reader, right there waiting with you! Very nice! :) Chris Green November 28, 2016 at 4:28 PM Thanks so very much Heidi, I am happy you enjoyed this sad little poem.

Doug Vinson November 28, 2016 at 3:40 PM Wow, Chris. Thank you. I say to myself, "Chris Green has a true gift. He's got it. He's Really GOT IT." Chris Green November 28, 2016 at 4:28 PM Thanks so much Doug for this enthusiastic and encouraging comment on my poem. I appreciate your visit today.