Unwavering

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

Reviews

[M]

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.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Makhabat. I am drawn to water. That can be sea, rivers, lakes or anything larger than a puddle:) I appreciate very much your kind visit and review. We all need places of calm. Have a wonderful Tuesday.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand the poetry dear Chris. When I take my grandchildren fishing. Take me back to my days fishing with my father. I tried to return to kind memories. Thank you dear Chris for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Coyote for your kind words. You are appreciated.

Chris

[Lorry]

Going to where you find comfort, peace and safety should have road signs, but if it did I reckon it would lose its peace. So remember, when describing it, never give names or directions or it won't be long before it's taken over by tourists blocking roads and influences (who are they influencing?) I remember a time when we called things as they were, and today's influences are the pasts snake oil salesmen, or should that be salesperson? And why has none of them figured out, that if everyone is so special, doesn't that just make everyone plain, ordinary and average? Answers on a postcard, to someone who cares!
Now, where was I? Where am I? I was sure I had a point to make, but I think I took a wrong turn and got lost and it looks like rain too! And here's me out again in my penguin onesie with my pingu slippers on too! Oh well, at least I'm comfy. If you see my carer, could you pass on a message for me.... Help!!!
She'll know what it means 😊

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks for the smile Lorry. Your penguin onesie and pingu slippers I would dearly love to see :)) We all love Pingu in this house:)

Chris

[Lorry]

Well I hope you imitate "The Ping" and talk like him too. It just instantly makes you smile and laugh.
I'm actually hoping Santa brings me a new onesie, or adult babygro as I now call them, because it's been a helluva year and it's starting to look like it's better days are well behind it and no one likes a bobbly penguin onesie. Except me of course, because it just makes it more comfy and will hide it away from the "carer" cleaning lady so she doesn't throw out my comfy blankie and make me so sad that runny stuff falls out my nose! 😊
Speaking of carers, have you seen her? I think she might be hiding from me in the longest game of hide n seek ice ever played. I usually have found her by now and I mean, it's going on nearly a week now and maybe she's forgot who is hiding and wjlho is seeking, or maybe she's just stopped caring 😊

[Weeping willow]

Oh so lovely a write as it drew me in with every word ;-] a favorite,

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Weeping willow. Delighted this is a favourite. Pleased you stopped by.

Chris

[Stella Armour]

something solid to dwell upon Chris rather than organized religion that seems to have no real sunstance.
"She" will be faithful and keep you calm "She" is the focus of your prayers..

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Stella. I am a very spiritual person but I don’t do organized religion. Each to their own. Thank you for your lovely review.

Chris

[Relic]

It's the ultimate question we all ask as we get older...where do we go after death? Somewhere, I'm sure there is a serene place of safey and ultimate beauty. I don't believe we disappear into nothing.

[Chris Shaw]

She is in the ocean, lapping on the shores of Thatcher’s rock. I would like to think there is a heaven, but it doesn’t seem real. The rock is. That’s where I find her. Thanks Tim.

Chris