Vulnerable He Sleeps

Vulnerable He Sleeps

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(a bit of brevity which I hope says alot)

"
my left hand
spiders his heart

its palm a warm coverlet
of protection

gypsy read lines
content to rest

pledged to the beat
of silent music

my soul's food
sieving night time darkness

I am caught
in these moments

a fly free
to fly on my own volition

finding a home
under the kiss of moonlight






© 2022 Chris Shaw


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To me, this is a render love poem, using the spider's web as as a shroud of soft protection and care. It's warm, like a coverlet,. "this is my soul's food" his love for you...these are are moments we all want..."under the kiss of nightlight"....real or imagined, this is poetry at its best. Love this one!
Best, B

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Dear Betty, it is indeed a love poem. Thank you for your insights. So pleased you like it.
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Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

You're very welcome Chris...happy day,
Best, B



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said the spider to the fly
Ooh I do like this one
especially the last couplet
finding a home under the
kiss of moonlight
lovely poetic poem

Nice work


Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Fran. I appreciate you stopping by to review. Have a good day.

Chris
Excellent and eloquent, lovingly rendered

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you WBM for your visit and your encouragement. Have a good weekend.

Chris
You are indeed a poet. Magical words tied into magical lines. Spellbinding. Warm. Loving. Enchanting. Please could you tie these for me?

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Many thanks for giving these words your seal of approval Bryan. Pleased you enjoyed them.
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Let's hope he isn't caught in a web of deceit. Spiders are tricky customers since some of them eat their mates. I was confused at first by the changing role of the narrator in the verse. At first, the woman seems the spider, "my left hand spiders his heart". And then, she becomes the fly, "I am caught in these moments, a fly, free to fly on my own volition." However it often happens in life and nature that the "would be predator" becomes the prey and the tables are turned. This was an interesting write. Kudos on making the reader think. F.


Posted 2 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Many thanks for the read Fabian and your interesting interpretation. No deception here just warm pro.. read more
soooo many noteworthy lines
your word search talent is spot on! (english saying?) well it is!
there is underlying design in your word crafting that rings true well beyond that of many
Albert is proud


Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Aw Keith you know you have just shown your soft centre. I am touched by your review, especially beca.. read more
keith

2 Years Ago

thanks i think ... soft centre i'm not so sure
kindred portion of my soul, could be
i .. read more
Lovely evocation of the Midnight Hour Chris - I particularly like 'sieving night
time darkness' - excellent line.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Tony. Good to have you stop by.

Chris
Caught in the moments that are a soul's food, as it were. I like this one, CS. Hope to see more.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Many thank yous Andrew, pleased you stopped by. All best wishes.

Chris
You have such a tender way with words... simply enchanting.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Dear Travis, thank you for leaving such a lovely comment after your visit. Have a happy Thursday.read more
dear Chris… your Kiss in the poem is a Seal of deep affection dipped in Wax written with a
Feather 🪶 Quill. I experience a similar feeling when the Moon is Full of Emotion.. gently, Pat

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Oh yes dear Pat there is deep affection and regard. Thank you for your insights lovely lady.
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I loved the part where the 'soul's food sieves the night time darkness!' And why would anyone not want to be caught in those moments. Thanks for sharing this freedom, Chris. Cheers. Frederick.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Many thanks Frederick, pleased you stopped by.

Chris

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Albert, 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..

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