Constants

Drifting in thought

Sun, moon and stars look down on earth,

these are the constants since our birth,

along with ocean's ebb and flow.

The biting cold brings bridal snow

which melts when warmer days appear.

And spring brings bluebells out to thrill,

red tulips and gold daffodils,

though these in time will fade and die.

Black storm clouds chase across the sky,

great chariots at breakneck speed.

Take heed that those you love the most

are fragile in the span of time.

On planet blue, our days are brief,

too soon, too soon comes onset grief

as each heart's clock will pause and stop.

How many years will we have here?

In truth our future can't be seen.

Some charmed, will age like fine red wine,

while some will hardly get the chance

to put their small feet on the floor,

before they exit out the door.

Our mark when we depart this sphere?

When we have reached our setting sun,

when we're about to cross the bar,

how will our Maker measure us?

Will he count our kindest deeds,

like cookies in a clear glass jar?

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

This poem is meaningful and very deep, with many notions about our life span a when our time is up; do we pass this earth gracefully or with a bang?what will become of our legacy when we do pass on? Who is to judge us? We have no idea of out fate, but we know that all of will pass on….sometimes too soon…we know nothing of the span of our lives….very well crafted Chris
Best, B

[Chris Shaw]

Pleased you enjoyed the read my friend. Thanks for sharing your thoughts Betty. Have a great day. read morePleased you enjoyed the read my friend. Thanks for sharing your thoughts Betty. Have a great day.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

I will!!! Have a great Coronation Day!!! exciting for Brits!
Best to you,
B>

[Chris Shaw]

Such a historical day. Much colour and pageantry. A treat to watch history in the making :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris... "there is nothing so Constant as Change"... your poem has touched a Chord with me.
When you think of how many years have been spent in "growing" and becoming who we are...
the Sun and Moon and Stars have been "on watch" for us. We are so intricately designed ... even the Pine trees grieve when we are gone. Your poem is intimately written on Parchment. softly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Your reviews Pat always poetic and beautiful. You were in my thoughts, especially yesterday. I hope dear friend all is well and your spirits are up there with the larks. Thank you and blessings on you 🌺


Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris… love the lyrics of your poem…
My Spirits are up there like a Lark.. is a lovely wish I aspire. There are so many innovations and discoveries… that save Lives. Praying that our Country and the World will concentrate on Humanity instead of Power. gently, Pat

[Ken e Bujold]

my maker i suspect will begin the questioning along the lines of ... Mr Bujold, how many cookies do you imagine it takes to fill perdition? to which i reply: not sure, but i am willing to give it a try. :)

[Chris Shaw]

Ha ha Ken. I love your humour and can picture this playing out:) Thanks for the smile. Have a good Thursday.

Chris

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

This is so beautiful Chris
One of my favourites of yours if not my favourite now !!
Love the simplicity
The truth
Yes we do not know when our time will end here
Let’s not take life for granted it’s a gift 🎁
Great poem x

[Chris Shaw]

So pleased this is a favourite with you Julie. Love your review. Many thank yous.

Chris

[Lorry]

I had to check this one for an offside flag Chris, but then I noticed you're only featuring it and it wasn't written in these spring filled days, which aren't all that springy today and are more soggy than spring. But I am told it is but a blip and the much vaunted heatwave is still just around the corner, which leads me to wish that the weather had VAR, which states, no offside - play on.
We are never guaranteed a use by date, never mind a best before date and we can only ponder and hope that it will be in the far, far away and live as best we can, until our cards are punched and we end this journey or begin another, depending on optimism levels.
Personally I'm hoping for the big sleep, in the comfiest bed known, where alarm clocks are illegal and pillows are just like giant marshmallows, but less sticky.
My biggest worry over death is if I get my favourite Whittards hint of orange hot choc, with 9 mini mallows and made from proper milk and not that semi-skilled muck that everyone likes to pretend is real milk and not the flavoured water that it truly is!
Ps... Just in case, let the big beard guy in the clouds know.... Its WHITTARDS HINT OF ORANGE, 9 MINI MALLOWS AND REAL MILK! 😊

[Chris Shaw]

I like the idea of you sending ahead your order for your fav drink. That’s the way to do it. Give plenty of notice so they get the order right for when you arrive. Thanks for the smile Lorry. Have yourself a great day. Sun is out.

Chris

[Lorry]

Maybe I should tell him to order some rocky road and raspberry ripple too, but not the lemon drizzle hot choc, because it tastes what I expect Satan's jockstrap would taste like. 😊

[Chris Shaw]

Ha ha. Satan’s jock strap? Nearly spat my tea out !!!!

[John Prophet]

In the infinite span of time. Our existence rings no bells. Great write.
JP

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you JP. Your thoughts appreciated.

[willweb]

"Like cookies in a clear glass jar" It doesn't get much clearer than that. And what of the sins, beans in a big sack? Not sure how many cookies my jar holds but I hope it is enough because I've got more beans that you can count. I liked this Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Good morning from me will. Pleased to hear you enjoyed this older poem. Thanks so much and have a lovely day.

Chris

[Neville]

you sure got the measure of this great planet of ours and of us as just a mere speck of it .. beautifully composed and am glad to have found it and absorbed it, before I decompose :)

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Neville for your lovely review. Please don’t decompose. Pleased you found this oldie which hasn’t seen the light of day for sometime.

Chris

[Neville]

.... twas nowt but a pleasure and all mine :)

[Beccy]

Our time on this beautiful gift of a planet is indeed brief, no more than a blink of the creator's eye in the grand scheme of things. But if we make good use of that time, show compassion for others, walk as straight a path as we can, then we will have made our mark in the best possible way.

A thought provoking poem that quite beautifully progressed our journey through life.

Beccy.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Beccy, only four years late. Thank you for your lovely review. An apology.

Chris

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Hmmm things to think about- pure of heart? What we leave behind can be a measure I guess how we made people feel, did we leave the world a better place? Wonderful words I could see the clouds moving - beautiful - sometimes I widh I was back travelling Mexico or in Alaska where we learn as we travel the earth- the now is all we have🌹

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Kelly. Your visit and thoughts appreciated.

Chris

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

PLeasure always🌹

[Jimmy Yetts]

You've portrayed our lives uncomfortably well, good poetess.
An exceptional poem!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Jimmy.

Chris

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This was a very deep spoken write about the measures of life the beauty and the wages of it leaving . Each thing must leave and a rebirth comes in new.

[Chris Shaw]

All things pass, and then rebirth, how true. thank you Jon.

Chris

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Your very welcome:)