A Rock And A Hard PlaceA Poem by Chris Shaw
dreamscape does not gift,
depicting mother standing frail on the edge of the world > blue planet lit bright with night sparklers, spinning in a black sky, eternity beckons in background a footstep behind, my daughter caught in a trance of her own sad making, balances precariously on one red stiletto far too high height is far from what she needs as earth starts to rotate faster what to do when stretches with all of my might, fingertips fighting to reach fall short caught in a dilemma of lost elastic my mind muddled plastic, every fibre forced but neither look back a lack of will on their part, i ask who is going to let go first and curse i am not a maker of miracles
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Added on October 30, 2020Last Updated on October 30, 2020 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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