Oblivious

Oblivious

A Poem by Chris Shaw

If you slow down sufficiently
you may see droplets of rainfall
on leaves of red orach
as you pass by.
If you slow down sufficiently
you might listen to the shrill whistles
of Red Kites as they soar overhead
in a blue forget me not sky.
If you slow down sufficiently
you could brush my lips
with the whisper of your breath.
Why don't you try?
If you stop in your tracks
search my green eyes like a map
you should catch a glimpse of my soul
buried in the breeze of a sigh.

© 2019 Chris Shaw


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Chris Shaw
Red Kites, birds of prey in the Chilterns

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I know a romantic when I read one. Made want to do all those things though the eyes I have in mind are brown

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your visit. Pleased to see you here. Yes I am a bit of a romantic I guess. My .. read more
Roger Turgeon

5 Years Ago

Can I assume green?
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

You may :)
I love how vividly this poem makes me see the colours. The "forget me not sky".
The message is also great. People need to stop and smell the roses more. In spring I will always take my time walking to work and will stop and admire the beauty of nature even if I end up being late, its worth it.

I especially like the last stanza. It's not only nature that we ignore in our hurry to deal with life's responsibilities and chasing success, it is people too. We don't look at each other in the eyes anymore. Just look and be quiet and just be.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Many thank yous for choosing to leave a response for this poem. I very much appreciate your time and.. read more
We tend to live in the fast lane and could well to try a slower approach to life. It might do us good!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

We do need to slow down and notice things more. I agree Augustus. Thanks for your visit. I appreciat.. read more
This is the perfect poem for the month of February, which is like the amalgamation of winter and spring, with several rainy days in between. The dormancy of life has just been broken, but there is still a chill in the air to remind us of Winter, and although the air has quickened its pulse a notch, the atmosphere still feels peaceful, and gentle.
I really like how you included the reds, blues and greens into the poem. It's very sweet and romantic.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much Tahsin for that heartwarming review. I do hope all is good in your world and thank.. read more
How peaceful I find this. I love how your writing creates such visions for me.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Many thanks SessyK, pleased you enjoyed this read. All best wishes.

Chris
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Jex
This was a lovely poem, it made me think of autumn while being with loved ones. Or meeting someone interesting in the winter time for the first time.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Jex for your lovely review. I appreciate your interest.

Chris
I love this. what a delightful invitation :)



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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

We all rush about too much. Some more than others. We miss the good things we have. Thanks Ana.
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In this high speed world - we nreed to 'slow' down the pace and take a good look at the natural world around us; great write and wonderful read - loved it... :-)

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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Couldn't agree more with you Phill. Thanks for checking in. Hope all is good with you.

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'If you slow down sufficiently - you might listen to the shrill whistles - of Red Kites as they soar overhead in a blue forget me not sky.'

Whether on behalf of a special day or at any time, standing still, looking, seeing, makes for treasure found, don't you think. Once found a surprise grows into delight, passion, love .. memories of a fleeting moment, an irreplacable emotion. Have read this poem three times and a half; found it's made me release a few thorny feelings.. reminded me of small mercies, Chris. Thank you.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thanks Em. I find nature helps me cope with the crap in life. A sparkle of sunlight on rippled water.. read more
emmajoy

5 Years Ago

Yes, it is, it is! Or clouds changing shape as they tiptoe across the sky!
Wonderful flow of thoughts led to the perfect ending dear Chris.
"If you stop in your tracks
search my green eyes like a map
you should catch a glimpse of my soul
buried in the breeze of a sigh."
We need to slow down, drink coffee or tea, look into the eyes. Become closer and see the beauty hidden behind the eyes. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

We all need to change tempo. The world is spinning too fast. So fast we don't notice stuff. Thank yo.. read more
Coyote Poetry

5 Years Ago

I enjoyed this poem and you are welcome Chris.

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