Heart Darts

(for Nicky, Sue and Jen dear friends, early departed)

where once we took tea

in a leafy green hall

airy bright cheerful 

with ceilings of glass

surrounded by buildings

of floral displays, teapots

and china presented

with class

rosemary, basil with ivy

a trailing, assorted clay pots

on floors with no doors

why am i weeping for all

that is gone

for ruins now bleeding

in silence i pause

trees have now seeded

a forest grows tall

conservatories battered

no people at all

while only the spirits 

have joined me today

to remind me a time clock

is ticking away

Reviews

[John Sullivan]

There's a melancholy to your recent stuff Chris, I sincerely hope your ok. I know poetry is an outlet tho

[John Sullivan]

Oh, I see this is an older piece. My apologies. Still nicely done

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you my friend. Yes it’s an older poem out for a breath of fresh air. January is the month when I remember the departed most. So many anniversaries in that month. The sun is shining and I am ok. Thank you for your concern. You are kind and thoughtful. Pleased you stopped by. Have a lovely day and no apologies needed:)

[John Sullivan]

You're good people, Chris Shaw. Glad to hear you are well. Cheers from the States!

[Chris Shaw]

And back at ya from merry olde England:))

[Arundass TP]

I feel I have to sing a song,, dance with s cup of coffee placed on my head from this place. Excellent writing 👍

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Arundass. Have a lovely day. I certainly had fun with my friends in this place, now long gone, as are they.

Chris
Chris

[Arundass TP]

Oh...some good times overtime becomes memory. Have a nice day

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you. You too :)

[Thomas W Case]

Time flies, tempus fugit in Latin...Powerful writing Chris. You nailed it.

[Chris Shaw]

You just reminded me of school and two years of Latin. Thank you for stopping by Thomas. Have a great day.

Chris

[Neville]

A very fine mourning poem or lament our Chris, indeed one that many of us who pass this way will appreciate because you so adeptly touch upon the kind of losses we have either already, or will inevitably experience ourselves .. and furthermore, with the shifting of time and the gaining of insight, are reminded not only of who we have lost, but an increasing awareness of our own mortality and the transience of all things ..

Neville 💜

[Chris Shaw]

One of the pitfalls of aging. We lose friends. However if we are lucky, we gain grandchildren. They always make you smile. Thank you dear Neville for your thoughtful response. A happy Wednesday to you.

Chris 💜

[Neville]

You bet'cha & back at you our Chris 💜

[Ken Simm.]

Don't know why but this lovely poem creates two things I want to say.
!. It feels almost Crystal Palace type of Victorian to me. And 2. I once belonged to a group called the Fine Art Rescue Team and we had dart shirts that said FART DARTS on the back
You now have my urgent apologies Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Ken, thank you for the smile. Laughing loudly at your response. Just like I used to laugh with these three lost friends. Have a lovely day. Sun shining here:)

Chris

[Ken Simm.]

I'm sorry that was not nice. This is seriously a wonderfully beautiful tribute. But then again so is laughing.

[Chris Shaw]

I’m good. No need to apologise Ken:)

[Mauricio Montoya]

God save the Queen but its tea time all the way to China,, I enjoyed this write because you take it another level, yes the clock is ticking, thank you for sharing.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Mauricio for all the support and encouragement you give me. Know you are appreciated.

Chris

[Soren]

This poem was heavy with nostalgia and the hurt of age. It carries such commonality of emotion for many looking into the past. I find as I grow older I spend more time here. All this put in a most poetic form. Loved it Chris

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Soren. An old poem, remembering friends loved and lost. I appreciate you.

Chris

[Jimmy Yetts]

"Those were the days, my friend. We thought they'd never end."
As we age, we suffer loss--even of our own personal "golden age."
Unspeakably sad. And yet, thank God for the warmth and grace we were, once,
so privileged to know.

[Chris Shaw]

Ah Mary Hopkins from Wales. Remember that song well Jimmy. Yes sadly, we lose our friends but retain some wonderful memories. I am truly thankful for having had the opportunity to get to know them and share fun and laughter. All good wishes.

Chris

[Gee]

Beautifully written piece Christine tinged with sadness.
Reads so well.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Gee. Pleased you enjoyed the read. All the best.

Chris

[Dave Brown]

The time thing is relentless no matter what has or will happen, it carries on quite indifferently.

[Chris Shaw]

Can't stop time can ya Dave? You just have to go with it even though you wanna stop sometimes. Many thanks. Have a good Friday.

Chris