The Middle of Nowhere

The Middle of Nowhere

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(thank you Jacob for the inspiration and reminder)

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how dark falls the night
before a glimmer of light
brings forth a new dawn

© 2020 Chris Shaw


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Nicely captured Chris. If it were a normal year, I'd suspect you were celebrating up here, still dark after 8am and dark again by about 3pm, but I know you are a night owl and kitchen window gazer like myself and watch the day stretch awake, as well as being highly appropriate to the year gone and lives lost.
Let's hope after the worst comes the best... but we'd all just settle for normal, whatever that was. 😊

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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

I certainly am a night owl and a star gazer Lorry. Yes, let's hope some sort of normal returns soon... read more



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Perfectly expressed - hard to comment without repeating your words, they are so perfect. But the desolation and despair of the dark night. Yet all it takes is a glimmer and there is hope and then the promise of day.


Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Many thanks Helen for your visit. Take care.

Chris
The mamas and the papas popped into my head after reading this. "And the darkest hour is just before dawn." However, I don't think they ever anticipated 2020 and the effects it would have on normal life. A year like this kinda makes me want to go back to the '70's.

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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Happy New Year Tim. Thank you for reminding me of the Mamas and Papas. How I loved that group and st.. read more
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Fingers crossed Christine :))
Happy New year to you and yours, hope it is a good one :))

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Happy new year Gee. Yep, fingers crossed.

Chris
and that dawn is coming...if we close our eyes, it will sneak up on us.
lots said in this "haiku at its best"---

I knew the muse wouldn't refuse you for long.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Jacob. The muse is still hiding :))
Nicely captured Chris. If it were a normal year, I'd suspect you were celebrating up here, still dark after 8am and dark again by about 3pm, but I know you are a night owl and kitchen window gazer like myself and watch the day stretch awake, as well as being highly appropriate to the year gone and lives lost.
Let's hope after the worst comes the best... but we'd all just settle for normal, whatever that was. 😊

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

I certainly am a night owl and a star gazer Lorry. Yes, let's hope some sort of normal returns soon... read more
Beautiful and truthful....

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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Ang X. Take care.

Chris
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Yes we are heading for a new dawn! Hoping that this dawn brings much anticipated love and peace! Wish you a happy and healthy new year.
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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thankyou dear Sima. All the very best to you.

Chris

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