Cold Tea/Warm Heart

Cold Tea/Warm Heart

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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Political , but you travel wherever you want to go

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the clock stopped
in the Dock today

It stopped while waiting
breakfast tea
and for an hour maybe
more
i lost all track of passing
time

i gazed upon the brooding
clouds
sailing swiftly on a sea
breaking waves of brackish grey
yet with a thread of hopeful
blue
the tree tops swayed from
left to right
the river reeds were tuned
in too

bending in the morning breeze
teasing teasing by degrees

the Union flag was flying
high
though where was I
I do not know
restless me my compass spins
homeless me where do I go

an hour passed an older me
the tea before me had grown
cold
I’d wandered freely in my
mind
with thoughts that ranged
from black to gold





© 2023 Chris Shaw


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Chris,

I sit, this morning at 10 to 7 am on what appears is going to be a lovely moon-worship day, sipping my coffee (love hot tea by the as my Me-ma made us hot tea each and every morning when I was a kid) in quite contemplation of what this day will bring that has already been brightened by this wonderfully inspiring piece of excellent Poetry ... Thank you for sharing ...

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Your review Marvin is encouraging. Pleased you enjoyed this poem. Hope your day has been a good one... read more



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I love a cuppa, whether in a fine china teacup or a bloomin big mug .. no milk tho, nor sugar .. I never leave a drop neither yet rarely wander .. took me back to days gone by so you did with these finely layered words .. bugga politics .. life's too short .. N


Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Neville. Pleased you stopped by with your thoughts. Have yerself a good relaxing weekend. .. read more
I sit on my outside porch to read and when I'm finished I just sit and gaze at the trees and the grass. Time slips by without noticing all the time.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thanks Tim. I appreciate your thoughts here. All the best.

Chris
Never let your tea grow cold in heightened moments , tea concentration is important
Keep your eyes alert from the tea bag to total teapot immersion , transfering to the cup
Distractions make it cold , like clocks and compasses , thanks for the share Chris , I like your poetry

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Stuart. Maybe I should have a cold drink and then it wouldn’t natter? Pleased you like m.. read more
while i don't do tea, I know exactly what you zeroing in on Chris. For me an hour slips quite easily sitting sipping an evening's libation watching the sun slowly sink into its daily obscurity. And as you say, thoughts range from black to gold.

Ken

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Ken. Easy for an hour to slip away in thought, especially in a beautiful environment. Have.. read more
Sharrumkin

1 Year Ago

You are an accomplished poet. Well done. Excellent opening. Being a tea drinker I have dawdled over.. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much. Pleased you enjoyed this poem.

Chris
dear Chris... the Tea Pot whistles a favorite Tune... remembering June and the quiet times when flowers slept 'til Noon. Today is the end of July... and the Sky thunders and lightening strikes at Midnight. When I wake at Morning light... there will be Birds chirping in their flight. And I will be on my knees to thank the Lord for a warm Breeze. My Cup runneth over into the Sea. gently, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Dear Pat, you reminded me of both my grandmothers and their whistling kettles. Thank you for that. W.. read more
Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

Thank you Chris… both of your Grandmothers must have been like busy 🐝 🐝 Bees. Roger and I o.. read more
So many uplifting cups of tea gone cold whilst i let my mind wander elsewhere,; then the realization that what i was anticipating had died :(

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

I knew Stella I wouldn’t be the only one who ends up with cold tea:) Thank you so much for checkin.. read more
Stella Armour

1 Year Ago

lol ... there will be many more .
Raining this morning, a bit unexpected and i was going to h.. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

We are gardening today, weather permitting. Have a pleasant day :)
In quiet time, the thoughts will come. I am fearful of clocks and their tick tocks because we quickly go old. But we can not time.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Umar, welcome to my page. You are right, time stops for no one, but I have no fear of cloc.. read more
Very nicely spoken as your words drew me in, enjoyable read ;-}

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Weeping willow. Pleased you enjoyed your visit and my words. Have a hapoy Sunday dear poet.. read more
One of your top best here Chris
The tea grows cold


And we grow older

I really enjoyed this one of yours Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Dear Julie, so pleased you enjoyed this write. Thank you for your very positive review. Happy Sunday.. read more
Very nice, Chris,

A hopeful ending as thoughts emerge from black to gold.

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Winston for your appreciation. Have a good Sunday.

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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