Unwavering

Unwavering

A Poem by Chris Shaw

at times I hear her calling
where the foam of tides is lapping
where the seagulls hover daily
where my thoughts go gently sailing
to that black rock in the sea
there is calm upon the waters
and the silver threads in moonlight
cast a sheen upon the surface
it’s a place of perfect safety
so I drift there when I hear her
when her voice is heard in whispers
and I know that in her presence
there is peace and harmony

© 2023 Chris Shaw


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I am more a person that is drawn to the woods than the sea but I do see the appeal of it for those that live nearby it. Everyone has their own special place that calls to them and the sea certainly appears to call to you. In this increasingly erratic world any place that gives one peace and harmony must be cherished. If the sea could read it would be very proud of this ode written on its behalf. Some lovely description.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Makhabat. I am drawn to water. That can be sea, rivers, lakes or anything larger than a pu.. read more



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there is a kind of foreverness that springs to mind as I read these words for the umpteenth time .. Neville

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

I think you are right Neville. There is foreverness here. Thanks for reading this one umpteen times... read more
This is a beautiful vision. I love that you have left the who that is her vague to me it is mother nature herself but it could be my mother's soul, a lost love, Mother Mary, Isis, and on and on for each their own interpretation. Lovely

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Your review is lovely Soren. Pleased you could put your own interpretation on my words. I appreciate.. read more
Makes me wonder who or what you hear. Takes me to a place of searching for rather than finding. An interesting write.

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Winston for sharing your thoughts here. All the best.

Chris
Fabulous Work Chris really Excellent.

In my earlier Poetry Publishing Career, I shared a Small Press Publisher with Dylan Thomas' daughter, Aeronwy Thomas. Happy Days ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thanks Tony for your continued encouragement. I appreciate you.

Chris
The movement of this poem really blew my mind. It looks innocent enough but start reading and run each line into each other and this poem sings to you. Wow, that was so cool Chris.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you will. Your reviews and your time much appreciated.

Chris
an unwavering memory of perhaps a mother and her love.
I hear mine calling me to come in because it is dark...isn't that weird.
the kid in me still remembers.
This is a beautiful poem.
We miss them, don't we?

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

We do miss them J. Pleased you enjoyed this poem. The child in us remembers many things which I find.. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Oops, sorry re typos.
shades of Dylan T here Chris. Loved the visit as I always do

K

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Hi Ken, thank you so much. I am of course a fan of his. Pleased you enjoyed your visit. Hope all is .. read more
There's unwavering peace and harmony in the words here, too. Thanks for a poem like this. I hear it callilng.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thanks Andrew for your kind review. All the best.

Chris
Beautiful tribute to your dear Mum
They never leave us

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Julie for your understanding words. Hope all is good with you.

Chris
dear Chris... my Mother is always on my shoulder ... whispering of Earth where flowers and the scent thereof will always see me through. We spent days at the Ocean and walked along the Sand where Shells came in with the Tide. Your poetry is written in the Sand where memories are embedded in our Heart. The golden Sunset fades on the Horizon with mellow memories. tenderly, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


Patricia Wedel

1 Year Ago

🌊🌈⛈️🍉… there is a Song… “old men and old dogs…. and Watermelon Wine 🍷 hugs,.. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Old dogs, children and watermelon wine. Checked it out. Happy to include old men. I’m very partial.. read more
Patricia Wedel

12 Months Ago

Shells and flower Petals... and Watermelon ... the days are softly fading on the Horizon of tangerin.. read more

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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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