born of flesh
borne by earth
choked divinity caught at the thresh
lay numb beside the kindled hearth—
fall down, fall down,
let vaulted rain yet drown—
the wriggling flames
of dancing dreams
cannot survive the niggling games
blacktop shadows wove within the seams—
lie down, lie down,
buried by the wetted crown.
Beautifully crafted.
Always a pleasure read one.
(y)
Reblogged this on My Bewildered Brain.
It can take all we have to keep those dreams safe from niggling games, the work of a lifetime to be sure.
But one life to live, and a world of harsh realities there to cramp down on those dreams that give it hope…a lifetime of work to save, indeed!
I enjoyed this piece… and the words “niggling”! you’d definitely beat me at a game of scrabble
The day I achieve the ever-lasting title of All Time Scrabble Champion, my life shall truly be complete
I wish you the very best at that
… Let me know when you’ve acquired the title, maybe then I’ll hook you up with a online match against my mother. I think she was born with a scrabble dictionary in her hand 
Some wonderful wordings and word choices here, Chris. I enjoy your work!
“the wriggling flames
of dancing dreams”
I am very glad you have enjoyed it, Mary. I don’t know where the past few months’ rhyming bouts have come from, but I do welcome their presence in my brain.
some really great lines in this chris….the third line on the choked out divinity is startling….and gets attention…but the guttering out dreams as well…ugh…a bir sad there…
Yes, well…I do have a certain propensity toward a certain theme of poetry, no? Also: still haven’t heard back from you or Claudia yet. This weekend?
Great word choices in this!
The proper bit of verbiage can make or break the work–glad you enjoyed the ones I went with.