Dandelion Clocks

Dandelion Clocks

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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Separation sucks

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Of all the homes that I have known
throughout my years of living,
there's one that draws me back in dreams
where thoughts are not forgiving.
For where the four lanes crossed I lived
with parents and four siblings.

While there contentment ruled my heart
though short it was in measure,
till circumstance dispersed us all,
too soon, too soon my pleasure.
For what I'd found, crushed in the ground,
was lost and gone forever.

A dandelion's seeded head
is wholesome to the eye,
yet when the seeds are blown apart,
excuse me but I'll cry.
So bittersweet that loving place
where pain is stitched to fine white lace.

© 2018 Chris Shaw


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dearest Chris… our Memories of growing up in big houses where Roses blushed… is always on our ❤️ Hearts.. Now the Angels brought us to a Cross roads to choose the Words that prepare the Journey we all must take eventually. Softly, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thanks Pat. Pleased you stopped by to share your thoughts. Have a wonderful week.

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I love the dandelions also. Here in Michigan. They grow everywhere. Sometimes a complete field of them. Good evening dear Chris and I enjoyed the story in the poetry. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


Well presented in ballad meter with quite natural rhyme. Well done and a lovely read.

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Winston. Pleased you enjoyed your visit. All the best.

Chris
dearest Chris… our Memories of growing up in big houses where Roses blushed… is always on our ❤️ Hearts.. Now the Angels brought us to a Cross roads to choose the Words that prepare the Journey we all must take eventually. Softly, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thanks Pat. Pleased you stopped by to share your thoughts. Have a wonderful week.

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So tenderly portrayed, yet quite sad when u dear certain conditions family separates, like birds flying to different nests, whatever the dire problem it brings tears to your eyes when you think about it, muse about it….I can relate to this somewhat Chris as my family scattered and me and my sibs hardly speak….not for lack of love, but so thing very strange…
Nicely penned my dear friend
Warmly, B

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Sorry for spelling errors!
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thanks Betty. Not easy when the family scatters, particularly when you are still in your teens. I ap.. read more
Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

You're very welcome my friend, I can relate.
Warmly, B
I love how the real becomes metaphor, in particular, the crossroads imagery. When families are blown apart, it changes the trajectory of one's fate (or feels that way). Thanks for sharing this tenderly haunted expression, Chris.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Andra for your insightful review. Pleased you stopped by.

Chris
This is a tenderly melancholy reminiscence. It must be lovely to have such memories of childhood.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thanks for the warmth in your review. Pleased you stopped by.

Chris
MomzillaNC

1 Year Ago

yvw 😎
With this I reminisce upon my own childhood home that likewise "draws me back in dreams where thoughts are not forgiving". How bittersweet indeed it can be to love a place and its memorable journeys while simultaneously acknowledging its interwoven pains. I wish you well in your reflective healing should you so desire that, and I wish you well always.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

I drove my brother back to our childhood home shortly before he died. It was a wonderful place, but .. read more
Harmony Lee

3 Years Ago

In this way your family and house/home journeys seem a bit different from mine, although I can certa.. read more
A lovely, and disturbing, piece of work.
But then, I guess, memories of past love--faded beauty--always hurt.
One poem, Chris, that will linger with this reader.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Many thanks Jimmy for giving this old poem an airing. Much appreciated.

Chris
nicely written , lovely piece of work

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Thank you Aaron :)
This is a lovely piece of work, I really connected with the image you created here. I think houses that you grow up in will always have a special place in your memory!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Yes homes where I was brought up with my parents and siblings have a very special place in my heart... read more

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