Vulnerable He Sleeps

Vulnerable He Sleeps

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

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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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You weave a web of words that said a moth has read a palm that fed my empty head then shed the night with light so bright before I go to bed. However am I to sleep like the dead?

Billigami

I really like the spiders his heart thing

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Bill I am laughing. Where did moths come from as I was dozing in bed? You are having a little blast .. read more
William Michael Reeves

2 Years Ago

Gypsy moths
Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Ah. I am enlightened :))
I love this line "gypsy read lines...content to rest". I'm envious I didn't write that. It is so evocative and paints this entire piece with empathy. Another wonderful and strong piece of poetry, Chris.


Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Carlos. Pleased you enjoyed the read. All the best.

Chris
The image I see here, is this strong woman's soul, a woman whom her beloved count on her for strength and warmth, freedom and love. The first two verses specially, put this scene in my head of a man dying peacefully in his lover's arms. He on the other hand is a reason for her to write... to create her poems. a mystical piece that took me in journeys dear Chris.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you dear lightsong for sharing your thoughts about this piece. I like that there is plenty of .. read more

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Added on May 22, 2022
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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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