Christopher Ross Livingstone : Writing

Witness

Witness

A Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..


Witness By Christopher Ross LivingstoneAs I wake, I bear witnesss a new day,like a new born burting with life.The experiences it can offer is not a pr..
Echoes in the wind

Echoes in the wind

A Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..


Echoes in the breeze By Christopher Ross LivingsotneSpring is back.Colours and bloom.But I still hear echoes from seasons past.Change is hereBlooming ..
Injustice of the Heart

Injustice of the Heart

A Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..


Injustice of the Heart By Christopher Ross LivingstoneSomething yearningIt has been callingThis beating would often go ignoredI wasn't really listenin..
Sensitive

Sensitive

A Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..


Sensitivity By Christopher Ross LivingstoneThe moment I awoke into the world,A heart given a life by my maternal lightI soon discovered a sensitiveity..
Since you left

Since you left

A Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..


Since you left By Christopher Ross LivingstoneSince you eftA sudden moment in timeA life taken so shortThe world felt so differentSpaces and placesSen..
The Little Things

The Little Things

A Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..


The Little Things By Christopher Ross LivingstoneEverydayThe human lived experiencesAnd in the little things we take on without appreciationUntil they..
Silence

Silence

A Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..


Silence By Chritopher Ross LivingstoneThe turn of every season in the wise ages of each yearIn years of experience granted to me maturityThe realisati..
Belonging

Belonging

A Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..


Belonging By Christopher Ross LivingstoneExperience of loss or change cracks us wide openNot knowing where to start or to turnBecause shocks rocks the..
Time

Time

A Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..


Time By Christopher Ross LivingstoneTime is here from cradle to the last moments we takeUntil then is forever takne for grantedTime is a gift and is i..
In regrets

In regrets

A Poem by Christopher Ross Livingst..


In Regrets By Christopher Ross LivingstoneThe passage of timeLike the great unknowingHow longs is that piece of string?We can#t measure the time we ha..