Chris Shaw : Writing

What Makes A Poet Sing?

What Makes A Poet Sing?

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(when the muse calls)
Minor Me

Minor Me

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(that inner child coming out to play)
May In Bloom

May In Bloom

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(river delights)
Unforgiving

Unforgiving

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(a half truth)
Dandelion Clocks

Dandelion Clocks

A Poem by Chris Shaw


Separation sucks
Inbetweeners

Inbetweeners

A Poem by Chris Shaw


Imagination takes a hike
Oil Wells in My Living Room

Oil Wells in My Living Room

A Poem by Chris Shaw


I am not one to covet wealth,preferring riches such as healthto bless the lives of those I love.I do not care for showy stonesor necklace chains that ..
Bursting The Bubble

Bursting The Bubble

A Poem by Chris Shaw


Sky gazing...
In Spirit

In Spirit

A Poem by Chris Shaw


We are in time a mote of dust,a pin prick in an ocean sky.While some may catch the comet's flare,each one of us is doomed to die.What causes some to b..
Gadebridge Fair

Gadebridge Fair

A Poem by Chris Shaw


When I set off for Gadebridge FairI wore a garland in my hair.My father stood behind the gate,checked out his watch said "Don't be late".So with a fri..