Whispers At Dawn

Whispers At Dawn

A Poem by Chris Shaw

gentle rain falls on a mackintosh day
drips sedately, rolls then disappears

drizzle on glazed glass, cleanses
half heartedly plays with a pane

takes a journey in quiet thought
each raindrop caught like a stitch

knitted, soft white wool, fingers
caress rows of purl, plain, purl, plain

high neck sweater taking shape
on long patient alloy needles

a measure of love for one who
died young, passed prematurely

breathe in.....breathe in deep .....
count to ten....and then again ........

memories from the vaults of wish
wish you were here, wish i, wish i could

have one more kiss ................

© 2020 Chris Shaw


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Water has memory , every raindrop ever felt reminds me of the people there are in my life , how lucky i am to have them , As u said each raindrop is a vault of treasured memories , with each moment , passes water diffuses into the air and falls as raindrops reminding us of the times that have passed , The fresh air , the earthen smell of the dirt becomes the atmosphere of that profound memory , Thanks for this chris , its a touching read

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Kathy for saying how my words spoke to you. I appreciate that. All good wishes.
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Yes, there is something about raindrops, falling heavily on rooftops, and gently streaming windows, that seems to transport one to past times and bittersweet memories ... warm, cozy grade-school classrooms after cold wet walks from home, the feeling of being safe, snugged in bed, with the rain pounding overhead, and times-past hauntingly recalled in patterns on window panes. ... As always, you've captured an experience Chris :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Dylan. I like the journey my poem took you on. Thanks for checking in.

Chri.. read more
The raw emotion spoke to me, as rain can remind us of all the tears we've shed and will shed in the future.
I enjoyed the alliteration of "purl, plain..." as the plosive sound perfectly reflects the sound of raindrops hitting the window. Overall, a very nice piece.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Jimii. Pleased you found your way to my page. Thank you for your thoughtful review. All go.. read more
You have told a beautiful story about a sad event that obviously touched you deeply.
The atmosphere you created jumps out at the reader ... especially those who like rainy weather.
I can picture that cable-knit sweater being worked on with loving heart and hands.

Those lost loves are always at the back of the mind ... remembered when rain drops roll down a window pane on a cool afternoon.

Hope you're well Chris.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Ted for your perceptive review. Yes the rain can make us melancholic. I am recovering from.. read more
Ted Kniffen

3 Years Ago

All is well here, Chris. Take care of that cold.
Your writing is so poignant, especially to the rest of us who have lost friends or relatives prematurely.
To be talking to a dearly loved colleague one day and the next morning getting a call telling you that he has passed away. I guess that getting older puts you in the category that says, "I guess it was to be expected.

Take care Chris, Dave

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

With age comes loss, to be expected. This poem is about loss too, but premature loss which is even m.. read more
dearest Chris... an Autumn Prayer to wear like a Halo
where colors appear on Meadows and Fields... as we
dance through days of Sunshine and Rain... remembering the ones
who passed too Soon. A Reverence bestowed... we pause and
Bless their Memory. Tenderly, Pat

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

We do indeed pause and give thanks for the short time we had them in our life. Thank you for such a.. read more
Water has memory , every raindrop ever felt reminds me of the people there are in my life , how lucky i am to have them , As u said each raindrop is a vault of treasured memories , with each moment , passes water diffuses into the air and falls as raindrops reminding us of the times that have passed , The fresh air , the earthen smell of the dirt becomes the atmosphere of that profound memory , Thanks for this chris , its a touching read

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Kathy for saying how my words spoke to you. I appreciate that. All good wishes.
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Wow. Great job. If you don't mind me asking...Is this about your brother?
The way you talk keeps my attention, and pushes me to read more.
Thanks for sharing. =-)

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Audie, many apologies for my very late response. I thank you for your thoughts. This poem was not ab.. read more
Another gem here Chris, great imagery, lovely verses, just splendid reading.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Andrew for yet another review. Most appreciated.

Chris
This is very sad and is beautiful. I love the way it visually presented, it gave it breath

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Many thanks Patricia for your thoughts and visit. All the best.

Chris
Such a beautiful, intricate poem with amazing imagery. The rain makes the sadness even stronger and the feeling of missing someone here is intense. As hard as it is, sadness and grief has a sort of beauty to it you captured perfectly here.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you Colacat for your really encouraging review. Most appreciated.

Chris

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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