… As, Deep In Thought… My Eyes Devour ‘The Death Of Chatterton’ Painting by Paul Tristram

I was mesmerized at first glance.
I feel it pulling me inwards
to a yesteryear unknown,
yet, strangely familiar.
The tunnel-like depth,
erupting in calm explosion.
Something has happened
seconds ago,
after the poison bottled hand
dropped and the heartbeat stopped.
There was a ‘Happening’,
I can feel it in my bones.
There’s a ghost of an echo…
still there,
I can almost see it,
a trace of an hourglass
becoming redundant in the distance.
A ‘Walking Away’
entangled in a
‘Lying Quietly Still’.
A limp surrender
to deeper dreams and mindscapes,
whilst at the same time
switching off the chattering external noise.
I sense burgundy everywhere,
light gently caressing the dark…
and a powerful need for returning.

Arty Pic Of Pauly

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet. Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1943170096 ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036 And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326415204 You can also read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/

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