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A Poem by Chris Shaw

look at how the vast sky
is rose tinted this morning
as noisy seagulls wing their greedy way
to land on old cobbled stones
on a harbour’s damp slipway

swans are already busy
drinking rainwater collected
in the base of a dilapidated boat
waiting for the tide to turn
to set it afloat

in the distance Thatcher’s Rock
conversing with the sun
reminds me of Blake
as he stood on Primrose Hill
so long ago

the glow of tea lights
seen flickering between
tree canopies like morse code
the living are at peace
the dead tell me so


© 2023 Chris Shaw


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it seems you are referring to a very special place .. somewhere where I have no doubt conversations are yet still exchanged from time to time, but now quietly, as the world .. and indeed life itself continues to play out the living game .. as evidenced by the glow of so very many tea lights in the distance .. this has a very special feel to it Chris .. Neville


Posted 11 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Thank you Neville. There are places here that are special. That bring on memories of different peopl.. read more
Neville

11 Months Ago


nowt but a pleasure and all mine .. you too Chris.

Neville
What a powerful poem. visiting loved ones who have passed on is very emotional

Posted 11 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Thank you Dale for your thoughtful and accurate review. I hope all is good in your world.
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Dear Chris,
Every beautiful detail in this poem tells me that Nature speaks to us through all its creatures and features. These are cosmic messages from the beyond, glowing, flickering, trying to reach us and assure us. Telling us things aren't so bad, that there is hope in the rose tinted morning, in the gracefully busy swans. That all is well with the physical and also the spiritual world. Kudos, my beautiful poet friend!

Posted 11 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Your review is both thoughtful and beautiful DIVYA. Our holiday is coming to a close, but we have al.. read more
You must be on a grand vacation; I can feel it from this lovely, imagery- laden poem. Norhing like it; sights, sounds, live nature, family, friends, feeling one with all.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

We are indeed on a vacation, sadly coming to a close. Building new memories as well as reflecting on.. read more
Sami Khalil

11 Months Ago

Fun, fun, fun. You are welcome Chris

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Added on October 5, 2023
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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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