Swan Island - Last Days

Swan Island - Last Days

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(from the archives, six years ago)

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i imagine this place
bedecked in winter lace
ice crystals on bark
.
ground cold and bare
the icy stare of trees
freezing to attention
.
confined to his bed
his glass reads empty
as he thirsts for life
.
i search for sun
sadly there is none
by the river, i shiver
.
i am dying in summer
from grief on an island
surrounded by swans
.

© 2020 Chris Shaw


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Every stanza jabs me with a deep sense of letting go . . . one minute I'm reading about losing one's grasp on memories, & your message keeps twisting into a new angle, awaiting death or mourning it later. Your statements are made with simplicity, but each line shines with depth (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Many thankd Margie. Written about four days before my brother died. I came across this in an old no.. read more



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Such a cold and solemn feel to this despite the warmth of summer.
Beautifully written

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Many thanks Ana, yes winter arrived in summer.

Chris
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It's like lament and requiem at minimalistic form . Dark colors are dominating above this island . It's feels very compact and strong. Even you try to describe sun . Sun is turning into dark moon . This is not happy writing but it's very impressive. This kind of writing help us to be happy for what we have.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you Martin, it was a very sad time for me. Your thoughts very much appreciated.

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Every stanza jabs me with a deep sense of letting go . . . one minute I'm reading about losing one's grasp on memories, & your message keeps twisting into a new angle, awaiting death or mourning it later. Your statements are made with simplicity, but each line shines with depth (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Many thankd Margie. Written about four days before my brother died. I came across this in an old no.. read more
the third stanza is to die for..."his glass reads empty/as he thirsts for life"---

shivering in summer shows a real frost inside oneself.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thanks Jacob. Found this one in an old notebook and decided to post it.

Chris
This sounds like an atmosphere of sadness with a possible easing coming from the sight of one natures most beautiful of birds
No pigeons allowed

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

It was a desperately sad time but nature can and does lend a soothing hand. Thanks Dave.

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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