by Chris G. Vaillancourt
We pushed ourselves together in form
of gentle memory playfully caressing
the strands of faded music used to
dance naked in formless innocence.
Our bodies glistening in the afterglow
of travelling from one state of being
to another. Our collection of hopes
placed casually upon the jumbled
collection of our ambitions. We spoke
of places to be and situations to be
surrendered. Too late we realized that
time was its own destroyer and like
all forms of temporary life it would
crash relentlessly into the shapeless
patterns of our journey together. I
suspect that there is little we could do
to change the atmosphere around us
and so I draw a picture for you and
place it tenderly in your hands. It is
only a black and white drawing with
the insides white and cold. You may
colour in the pieces if you wish to.
In doing so you might be able to
stop the flood of disease that cuddles
around our dance. And as the song
winds down and we no longer hear
the strain of its melancholy, perhaps we
can capture a piece of time to hold
as our very own. In this way we shall
survive and the dance can start again.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Chris G. Vaillancourt was born on, April 5, 1959, in Windsor, Ontario, Canada. From an early age, writing poetry was his primary means of explaining the world to himself. His first poem was published when he was still a teenager, and as he aged, his portfolio has grown. In the 1980's his first chapbooks were published, paving the way for an extensive list of published works. He has had 4 books published, with more surely to follow. Chris G. Vaillancourt may be considered one of the best contemporary poets of this age.
Last updated September 04, 2015