Dial It Down

Dial It Down

A Poem by Chris Shaw

sea stacks stand
separated from motherland
surrounded by salt water
spray spitting venom

like lost children
parted from parents
who fret in empty houses
cast asunder by blunders

far wiser to find
solutions to resolve issues
where fractures open chasms
cause heartache

only fools stoke fires
of division, burning bridges
cutting off routes to harmony
with displays of anger

words used carelessly
carve deepest wounds
scars bleed profusely
infected with poison

douse those embers
about to ignite
into roaring fiery action
flames blazing in madness

save burning bridges
tone down fits of spite
stamp out hate
before it's too late

© 2021 Chris Shaw


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"Save burning bridges"....how many times my mother would tell us to be careful before we burn bridges with someone.

I can feel the angst and frustration of being on both sides of much of this piece, both as an individual, group, and society as a whole. You've captured so much here to bring that message home. Tough topics sometimes, but still need reminding!

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

As you get older, you understand more the importance of bridge building. Burning your bridges and th.. read more



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Well I never thought it possible Chris, but after reading your words, I am left feeling so upset at the selfish and abusive parents of the giants causeway and wondering what he!/she!/it!/other done to deserve being put on such an isolated naughty step 😊
What do you mean I've missed the point? Oh, I see! Sorry, I'll go find a more hospitable naughty step and hang my head in shame.
Hope you're all well and looking forward to the shoots of spring blossoming and maybe, just maybe actually seeing more of it live than just staring at your garden. 😊

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Hi Lorry. That bloomin naughty step. There:s a thought naughty steps for parents. Certainly looking .. read more
Your words have certainly affected me dear Chris! Being a kitty, I scratch and hiss often, forgetting how much I might be hurting the hearts around me. This poem is as if speaking to me, gently, kindly without judging me but with compassion to be a better version of myself. I resolve to improve. You are always so kind and thoughtful to everyone around you.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Here we go xxxx
Xxxx

Yum yum
Dhara_Ditzy Kat

3 Years Ago

Awwww! You my dear Chris are the best!
Thanks for such reassuring words!
I love you.. read more
Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

That will do nicely ....... :))
I loved how your poem speak high volumes of catching the negative yet according to the title "dial it down" in the act of diminishing the lethal devices such as hate, division and most importantly the feeling of being lost in a sense that can lead to disastrous affects not only to the person but others around... In the line "words used carelessly
carve deepest wounds
scars bleed profusely
infected with poison." The truth is powerful throughout your poem each line correlates to each other without losing balance, what started the fire in the first place was careless acts that nonchalant attitude will not get you very far in life's treasures such as knowledge, strength, fortitude ( being courageous while your in pain to face another day) I caught subliminal messages in your verses but all leading to the main point which is the last stanza. I loved it and enjoyed the time reading. Keep writing sincerely your friend in writing and life :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thanks Andrew for checking in and sharing your thoughts. Pleased you enjoyed the read. All good wish.. read more
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Very strong imagery in this piece!! We should not let anger completely take us over or there can be mass destruction of all kinds left in its wake.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

You are so wise with your thoughts Poetic Beauty. Thank you for sharing. Yes, mass destruction. All .. read more
The analogy of the spitfire sea will stick with me, Ms. Chris. Being quiet an emotional orphan myself, having arrogance as my failing, I've faced isolation, excommunication plenty. You take your reader with you in this poem, through all the negative consequences our actions may bring upon us and ending on a positive note with soothing wise counsel for peace and restoration. I love your gentle, insightful poetry always.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Sorry dear AJ if you have faced that sort of isolation. Ex communication I imagine to be so painful.. read more
I absolute relate to your wonderfully powerful words, my friend. I have this dark side in me, stoking fire, burning bridges, throwing everything away in a fit of fury....Killed so much, lost so much. What went wrong and when and why do I love and hate in boundless measures? And yet all the oceans of love in me cannot overcome the abyssmal wounds I cause sometimes. Thanks you for this beautiful poem today. May love and its wisdom always prevail in your life....

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

You are too kind DIVYA. Good to have you back here. When you take a break, you are missed dear frien.. read more
AYVID N

3 Years Ago

Thank you, my friend.....Take care of your precious self.
Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

And you too :)
wow, this is such a good metaphor.
And yes, when we burn bridges with others we become islands out to see on our own.
Cut off from the mainland of society, hate causes that breech.
j.

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Many thanks my friend. Yes, you are absolutely right. Hate causes breeches.

Chris
Children should have Orphanages where there are Beds and prayers...
Games to play and Music to enjoy. Parents should enter a new Country the proper way...
like our Ancestors. Somewhere along the way, the Politicians were not guarding our laws...
now Criminal traffickers and Drug Lords rule the Borders... Nonetheless, the Children come first
and then the Women who care for the Children. Even Nature takes care of their own.
truly, Pat

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Dear Pat, thank you for sharing your thoughts after this read. I like where you went. Your compassio.. read more
Patricia Wedel

3 Years Ago

Your Avatar is as lovely as the Evening Star when the Moon settles in dreams and lullabies. gently,.. read more
Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Pat. What a kind thing to say :) You are appreciated.
Christine - such words of wisdom. If we would all heed them what a much better world we would all live in.

Very nicely written - take care - Dave

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

That's it Dave, we all need to take heed. Sadly not a chance. All my best to you.

Chr.. read more
Mother nature probably shows us all the time in her own language what we should and shouldn't avoid. Hate and anger seem to be rising to the top more often these days.

Bad news is always plentiful, and that's a shame.

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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Tim. We can all learn from mother nature most of the time. All we have to do is take notic.. read more

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

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