The Colour of Void

what is this void
that plagues me so
an empty ache
that won’t let go

with age comes loss
too many gone
i’ve lost the base notes
from my song

and yet what’s missing
builds in strength
in width in depth
and also length

in truth i guess
i grieve for me
that golden leaf fall
from my tree

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

you Chris are now the base note in the lives of others, you haven't lost anything but gained more maturity ..

[Chris Shaw]

What a beautiful response dear Stella. Thank you so much:)

Chris

[Blackbird]

I am afraid to grow old.

- me

[Chris Shaw]

Happens to all of us who don’t die young:) The losses mount up but fortunately the younger living keep us sane. Many thanks Bjackburd for your visit.

Chris

[Vol]

Blackbird,
Hey, I'm already there, and it sure beats the alternative! Believe me, it only hurts when I move... or lay in the same place for too long, even as I write this, my butt hurts from spending too much time on this site... the thing is, "I have miles to go before I sleep."
Vol

[living lavender]

so enchantingly written.
{love every bit of this.}

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much. Pleased you stopped by living lavender.

Chris

[Silmara McGarry]

First, the title called my attention and became a must read....But reading your absolutely beautiful poem was almost like being in a dance on getting old in a good way, at least for me...lol .. each stanza a wonderful surprise and the end a masterpiece!!! A very big well done from me my dearest friend Chris🌸

[Chris Shaw]

Dearest Sil, always a treat to have a visit from beautiful you. Thank you for your lovely thoughts.

Chris

[light and ashes]

The title drew me in.
Age does come with loss,
but so does life and living,
as you well know, I'm sure.

The title and the words are great.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear light and ashes. So true what you have shared. So true. Take good care of yourself beautiful poet.

Chris

[light and ashes]

Thank you, Chris...

[Coyote Poetry]

I do understand this poem.
"with age comes loss
too many gone
i’ve lost the base notes
from my song"
This year I lost my baby sister and good friends. Life teaches us. We must make time for friends and the family. A outstanding poem my dear friend.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

The losses do mount up. It doesn’t get any easier. Thank you for your understanding words my friend.

Chris

[D. Mansfield]

Love this poem, and I think that holds true for most people.

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks DM. Pleased you stopped by to share your thoughts.

Chris

[Gee]

Morning Christine, hope you have your thermals on:)
This brings to mind memories of mums last few months with constant illness having her clinging to life until her will to live finally gave way and like the last leaf she let go...
Beautifully written.
Hope you are well.

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks Gee for your lovely share. Yes I have my thermals on. Bitterly cold outside. You wrap up warm too.

Chris

[AYVID N]

I understand your sense of loss and I also really love and appreciate how every loss has left you with such beauty, wisdom, depth and understanding. A very beautifully worded poem, dear Chris. The golden leaves keep falling with every season... yes I relate totally to this....The color of void is an awesome poem title.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Divya, pleased you found positive in this write. Thank you so much for your continued support. Your thoughts always valued dear friend.

Chris

[AYVID N]

You're most welcome, my friend.

[Kaylor Mason]

Aging is truly brutal--especially when you cross the threshold from when life gives you things to when life begins to take them away, one by one. I have always thought aging should be a crime against nature, and so should death. Death is not natural at all--it's the result of sin, and all that that entails. This poem is very good--like capturing a sharp sigh from being punched in the solar plexus.

[Chris Shaw]

Pleased you enjoyed the read Kaylor. Your thoughts are very much appreciated. All the best.

Chris