FeltA Poem by Chris Shaw(A recent dream while suffering from COVID)
there were no cathedrals
domes or church spires or even heavenly choirs while i dreamed in the clutch of COVID yet there was peace a blinding flashing of lights against the backdrop of a vast ebon sky and there was singing too a song of eternal love emanating from the presence of a pulsating brightness a voice not recognized mesmerized me it did no doubt that it was my song lyrics written for me and me alone brimful was I to overflowing knowing that i had lived and there was love from another to the depths and heights of the unknown my poet’s mind wanders runs wild and free no big deal though the tears left on my pillow on waking were no figment of imagination they were real © 2023 Chris ShawReviews
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26 Reviews Added on September 30, 2023 Last Updated on September 30, 2023 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, 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..Writing
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