Ad Infinitum

(a love poem)

ours is not the sorrow of a sad

decaying rose whose tomorrows

are lost in stubborn shadow

we are not those tinctured petals

parted from a scented heart that

litters crazy paving on garden paths

we are the last of love's blooms

attached to green sepals capturing

evening's sunlight before it falls

trellised to an old stone wall

we may be past our prime though

you are you and always you are mine

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

i just read Pryde's poem "Shift to Blue" ..and then here for another lesson in flowers .. i love it .. the tone in this is rich with the aging ... love that old stone wall .. and your poems anthem ... we may have some years behind us but our love is love more solidly built than petals that are first to fade and fall... i find that closing line warm and comforting .. thanks for sharing these places in the hearts and minds of couples who have weathered some storms only to become better .. more selfless .. and enriched ..
E.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for sharing and understanding my poem. Old stones walls stand regardless the battering the weather gives them. Pleased you enjoyed the read, and always good to get a valued visit from you my friend in poetry.

Chris

[emmajoy]

Words like yours are the truth of might be. Not the tried and trying but the tried and still going. Beautiful sentiments, Chris and that final line is.. magical. Reminds me of two people i loved so very much, Margaret and Fred..

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Em. Enduring love, through thick and thin, through good and bad, that doesn't fall at the first hurdle :) Hope all is good in yourcwirkd and that Margaret and Fred wherever they are are still in each others reach.

[Chris Shaw]

Please excuse the typos.

[emmajoy]

No matter spelling, Chris, these days it's the contact that matters. And what you say: so very true. Is beautiful - even on an over weatherly morning! Keep safe.

[Chris Shaw]

You too. It's blowing a gale up in these parts. Have a great day :)

[emmajoy]

Dogs are sitting at the garden door, their personalities really are theatrical; contemplating a poem!

[Lydia Shutter]

A mature romantic write.....perhaps we are the last of love's blooms, but we are fortunate to still have partners. The images in your poem are so lovely, Chris. "green sepals capturing evening's sunlight before it falls" heavy sigh....that is romance! Beautifully written. Lydi**

[Chris Shaw]

Many thank yous Lydi* * Yes I count my blessings. My sis has just lost her husband who was younger than me. She is a widow and that really hits home to me. She has no one now to share with, just memories.

Chris

[Lydia Shutter]

So sorry about your brother in law. May his memory be a blessing to the family.

[Fran Marie]

love is love
past the prime
or not and your
lovely poem says
..It so well..
s o.beautifully
penned Chris;

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Fran Marie. Hope all is OK with you. Thank you for your lovely review. All good wishes.

Chris

[Fran Marie]

All is well;
you're s o welcom e

[Relic]

Your writing is getting even better, Chris. I liked this a lot. :)

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Tim for that warm encouragement. You are appreciated. Hope you are doing well.

read moreThank you Tim for that warm encouragement. You are appreciated. Hope you are doing well.

Chris

[Ted Kniffen]

I have suffered through enough fruitless infatuations to appreciate what love truly is. Love is having someone overlook your idiosyncrasies and bad days ... to accept that you may not always show a presentable face to the world ... and still give you a gentle peek on the cheek for no reason.
Love is hanging from that trellis hand in hand waiting on the next adventure.

Good one Chris

[Chris Shaw]

Love your thoughts here Ted. Many thanks for checking in. All the best.

Chris

[light and ashes]

This is a beautiful poem of love and devotion. Beautiful and timeless as roses will always be beautiful. I'm glad you worked it out. I think it's always better to work it out in a marriage, if you can. I hope that it is worth it.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you light and ashes. Marriages have to be worked at. Good times and not so good. If you never have a cross word then it means one of you is giving in all the time to the other. I am resilient, and don't give up at the first hurdle. It is worth it.

Chris

[light and ashes]

:) I'm glad.

[John the Baptist]

Yes, it is a love poem, indeed. Not one of those can't live without you, baby/you done me wrong offerings, but a memoir of patient love that has stood the test of years. Trellised roses veer apart at times, but they always come back and stay the path upward together. But that all were this way.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you John. I can't write sloppy love poems :) I appreciate you noticing that.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Gentle, kind and wonderful words.
"trellised to an old stone wall
we may be past our prime though
you are you and always you are mine"
I loved the above lines dear Chris. If we are lucky. Love become strong with time. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Coyote. Love changes and it can grow stronger with time. It can also weaken if it is not nurtured. All best wishes.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Chris and you are welcome.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what a great love poem this is..."we are not those tinctured petals" and do we have a story to tell.
Imagine all the blooming, the fading, the re-blooming....past the prime or not...
a rose holds its beauty till its last breath. Metaphorically brilliant.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Your review J. such high praise. Thank you for that encouragement my friend.

Chris