In the grip of

In the grip of

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(little tango is the common name for a plant with tiny tangerine coloured petals)

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little tango on the deck table
shivers from last night's frost,
a spark of welcome brightness
in my winter world,
in a week cold, with farewells
and sadness

beside her are unplanted bulbs,
i am promised one hundred days
of spring flowers,
one hundred days of vibrant colour
if I bury them,
if I confine them to darkness
with a hope they surface

and then, there is the packet
of cherished forget me not seeds
that i will save for warmer days
so they will self seed and multiply,
Jen's last request

© 2018 Chris Shaw


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Colour anf brightness are so required to lift our spirits of a cold and frosty morn, it reminds us that despite the gloom, their is still colour to be sought.
And a forget me not promise to end, tying up this piece in a pretty red bow...or should that be orange? :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Thank you Lorry. Colour is so important to me when there is gloom, for whatever reason

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Lorry

6 Years Ago

It reminds us of better things to come, in this ever turning cycle. Trust me, I know these things. I.. read more
Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

That's a nice thought. Have a good day Lorry.



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the poem is lovely but there's a sad undertone felt.
flowers can mean and say so much...

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

It is a sad poem Ana. Farewells forever are always sad. Many thanks.

Chris
A very symbolic poem for me, Chris. Burying the seeds, consigning them to the suffocating darkness under the earth brings with it the promise of a beautiful garden in Spring. So may it be that those who pass away find eternal beauty and joy in life everlasting. Amazingly written!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Dear Divya, love your review. Thank you.

Chris
AYVID N

6 Years Ago

Such a pleasure always, dear Chris.
A simple bequest that will burst into full colour and brighten the world. Perhaps instead of flowers, a packet of seeds or bulbs would be a greater gift, one that will bring back good memories when they bloom.
A good write, Chris.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Thank you Ted. Yes in spring I will look forward to a show of beautiful flowers to remember a very s.. read more
as john said..."a wonderful gesture of remembrance"---seeds planted will grow to warmer days...and make us remember those warmer thoughts.
j.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Thank you Jacob. For your kind review.
A wonderful gesture of remembrance
You must have been very close
she will live again with the flowers of spring

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Very close. Friends since I was 16. Yes the forget me not seeds will be planted and she will be reme.. read more
Colour anf brightness are so required to lift our spirits of a cold and frosty morn, it reminds us that despite the gloom, their is still colour to be sought.
And a forget me not promise to end, tying up this piece in a pretty red bow...or should that be orange? :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

Thank you Lorry. Colour is so important to me when there is gloom, for whatever reason

.. read more
Lorry

6 Years Ago

It reminds us of better things to come, in this ever turning cycle. Trust me, I know these things. I.. read more
Chris Shaw

6 Years Ago

That's a nice thought. Have a good day Lorry.

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

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