Someone Else's Winter

Why I had a sudden urge
to place a single rose
upon an unkempt grave
of a soul I didn't know,
came as a surprise
even to me.

So strong that tug on
heart strings as I passed by,
I had to stifle a cry
before moving on.

Though not before I left
behind, a part of me
in the shade of a grieving tree
and before I choked
on my own sadness.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

The depth of emotion in this write is stunning! I have to say that when I visit the graves of loved ones, I often stop at a random stone....one that looks unvisited.....and wonder what sort of life that person had. Who did they leave behind and why is no one ever here to remember? You are such a compassionate soul, Chris. A beauty of a write. Lydi**

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Lydi**, your review is lovely. You do what I do. Ponder on the dead as we pass through. Trying to fathom what their lives may have been like and remembering that in time we all pass. In the overall picture of things we are like dust motes in an ocean sky. All good wishes.

Chris

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[Red Brick Keshner]

This went straight to the heart. As our child was learning about death and expecting the passing of her ailing grandfather, we visited a cemetery, complete with flowers and short 'lectures.' It was still moving for all of us participating, even when we paid respects at some random person's grave. We all learned valuable lessons that day. And this beautiful poem envelopes all that and more. Thanks for having shared this gem. /Frederick.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Frederick for that touching share. A double thank you for giving this old poem an airing. Good to see it in the light.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

On Memorial day weekend. I go on Saturday. Less people. I walk the graves and I thank the old soldiers who allowed me to know freedom. I understand the poem. Sometimes the heart knows more then we do. Hello dear Chris and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Coyote for reading and leaving a comment on this old poem.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Chris.

[Azifwecare]

ive felt the want to do that a few times myself upon visiting my late father in laws burial site. to spread a bit of joy to someones memory. But then i look around at all the others and find myself in a predicament for theres more just like it sitting lonely. sigh, if only i could share with them all

[Chris Shaw]

How lovely Undecided that you chose this one to comment on. I appreciate you. Thank you.

read moreHow lovely Undecided that you chose this one to comment on. I appreciate you. Thank you.

Chris

[Azifwecare]

it hit home for me, but i loved the poem.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you. Sounds as though you felt what I felt.

[Azifwecare]

yes i think so too, thank you for sharing it

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome.

[Fran Marie]

a n apt title
for this lovely
poem that captures
the heartfelt emotion
felt for unknown graves
I too often wonder what
stories they have to
tell ..

beautifully penned

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Fran Marie. I appreciate your thoughts.

Chris

[Patricia]

very well done and something I can totally relate to, I love those kind of moments and such a great job capturing it in words.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Patricia for your valued thoughts.

Chris

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Someone else's winter became like your own, my dear compassionate friend. What a unique, original and beautiful title this is! How amazing the emotions felt. Loved.

[Chris Shaw]

Ditzy you are such a great Kat. Tha k you for cling in. Treats for you.......... Chris

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Thank you dear Chris. Your treats keep me going happy always!

[Anastasia]

A visit to the graveyard doesn't happen often for us except in circumstances unthinkable. Yet once long ago, on one such visit, I remember feeling sad and thinking about all who were buried and I contemplated on the life of each and every grave I came across so I feel your compassion and depression very clearly here and add to it your way of writing down your feelings is very moving. Anyone who reads this will stop,ponder over this poetry and go forth richer of feeling. Thank you.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Sabrina, your review is so encouraging to this poet and your visit and words so very welcome. Thank you.

Chris

[Anastasia]

I have marked more of your poetry to read as I find you share a lot of useful information beautifully. It will help me to develop my own writing. Thank you for welcoming me here.

[Chris Shaw]

It is a pleasure. Thank you so much for taking time to read me. I will be sure to visit you. Hope you will be happy on this poetry site.

[Anastasia]

I am just starting out and I find everyone nice and welcoming here and the poetry is of very high standards. So I think I will gain a lot from here. Nice to meet. Thank you.

[Chris Shaw]

Good to meet you too :)

[andrew mitchell]

A lovely write Chris whether fiction or not, just resonates beauty and compassion.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Andrew. This one happened. Sometimes spontaneity just takes over for no rhyme nor reason. Hope all is well with you.

Chris

[Fairy Khan]

This title of your poem inspired me to write a little something. I hope you leave your comments on that.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Fairy I will be sure to look. Honoured that my pen can inspire you to write. Thank you.

Chris

[Papaya]

An act of kindness from your beautiful heart.

[Chris Shaw]

What a lovely thing to say Ana. Thank you.

Chris