ReminisceA Poem by Chris Shaw
this index finger on my write hand
settles on words written in bold black ink tracing the pathway of a poet’s pen in slow motion and repeating with reverence over and over again these lines harboured by time scribed on the inside cover of this book of longing a gift ‘Why are we doing this today she said’ ‘So we can write about it for years and smile’ he replied and years later we continue to smile as we write our poems but in truth there is forever an ache in that part of my heart reserved for a poet who fluttered a butterfly’s dormant wings with his words of romantic yearning © 2024 Chris ShawReviews
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Added on April 15, 2024Last Updated on April 15, 2024 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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