One Way Street

One Way Street

A Poem by Chris Shaw

some days i sense 
you in a dark tunnel
suffocating in its
skinny middle

seeing a shaft of light
in the far distance
yet resolutely stuck
stuck

like black vinyl on
a sixties turntable that
had a habit of
repeating, repeating

until you give it
a helping hand
or maybe a little flick
to get it back on track

maybe you need neither
maybe you prefer the shade
hiding from the sunlight
that dazzles your eyes

in the quietest moments
when silence of sound is heard
at its loudest your spirit
brushes mine most

that is when i am more
in tune with you than
you would ever think
possible

© 2023 Chris Shaw


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I have a feeling we are all trapped in a constricted tunnel, these days. The incessant noise of the twenty-first century, pandemics, politics, wars in diverse places, global warming, the absence of true art, unhealthy oceans, the overload of plastics everywhere. We thought it was bad when we were hippies and called everything artificial "plastic" and dreamed of returning to nature and the Earth. We never followed through, more's the pity. Ironic isn't it that we now drown in our own refuse? and there is little hope that the light at the end of the tunnel is a flashlight with weak batteries. Yes, I'd say you are very much in tune.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Vol for sharing your thoughts here. I certainly see the world in a different light to the .. read more



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It’s all rather dim in the outside world, it’s lost its vibrancy and politeness. When people see light in the tunnel dreamers see hope, realists on the other hand see a train coming.

Posted 11 Months Ago


A haunting write of relationships
"in the quietest moments
when silence of sound is heard
at its loudest your spirit
brushes mine most"
So identifiable it is in this quiet that we feel the presence or loss of others and our emotions serve as our eyes. A lovely write Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Hello Soren. Happy weekend to you and many thanks for leaving a lovely comment. All good wishes. read more
Wow, love the imagery, the black vinyl on the sixties turntable, and the ending, so hard to find those quiet moments when we can be present with someone.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thanks Norma. I appreciate your thoughts and your visit. Have a great weekend.

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lovely poem chris. my fav image is that of the repeating turntable. how the spoilation of a great record was always akin to the sadness of losing a great friend to dementia. Now, no more turntables.

Ken

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Hello Ken. Thank you for sharing your thoughts here. Pleased you enjoyed the read. Hope you have a g.. read more
That tunnel, one way but is it? The direction is our choice, we can chose to move forward, embracing what we find or hide in the darkness of a past that I assume the person in the poem is running from. Nicely done Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you will for sharing your thoughts and your kind comment. I appreciate you. Have a wonderful d.. read more
Such a shame it can only be one way.
Vinyl music was tactile .. you held it in your hands and it left a memory on the turntable...

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

I love old vinyl Stella. We still have plenty of it and play it too. Many thanks for your review. read more
this is beautiful! The last two stanzas were perfection, great title as well

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you dear Patricia for your kind thoughts. Hope you are keeping well my friend. All the best. <.. read more
I agree dear Chris.
"in the quietest moments
when silence of sound is heard
at its loudest your spirit
brushes mine most"
I like the quiet moments. A long walk or a chess game. Beautiful dance of words and thoughts my dear friend.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you dear Coyote for your visit and your encouraging thoughts. Have a good weekend.
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funny. iv made many a strange observation in my life, privy to my very uncommon upbringing, and iv always said that its.only.when you truly hear the silience that you arent where your supposed to be.. potentially in danger... when i say silence i mean when the backround noises that would saddle the hearing senses are confuddled and alarmed at the piercong sound of nothing. indicates usually a place with a lack of love for your presence as i believe fear is absence of love...but often just misunderstanding.. OR something is about to happen.. always of a naferious orientation, always, in my experience anyway.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your visit and sharing your personal thoughts. I found them fascinating.

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This poem is very powerful, lines expressed the truth I felt these days. Good one.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Arundass. I thank you for your encouraging review. Much appreciated.

Chris

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Chris Shaw
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