Blessings

Blessings

A Poem by Chris Shaw

look into the open heart
of a camellia in full bloom

what do you see within
the strata of soft silk perfection

a loveliness like a chirping bird at dawn
the glory of a new spring morning

a warning that life is fleeting
and that all too soon too soon

the raindrop nested tween petals
of a fine full skirted red dress

will let out a sigh at the
inevitable downturn and demise

yet even in death the old paving
is blessed with its gentle petal fall

scattered crimson confetti
tinctured with a fringe of decay


© 2024 Chris Shaw


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Tremendous work Chris. Great use of language and imagery.

Posted 6 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Thank you Thomas. Have a great weekend.

Chris
A beautiful softness in your words brings a lovely peaceful feeling this morning.
Blessings indeed, nature's treasures. Lovely poetry from you, Chris.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Thank you so much Ana for your kind words. Know you are appreciated. Have a lovely weekend.
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words cannot do this delicate beauty justice. soulful just like the blessings bestowed.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Dear Pete, thank you for your encouraging review. Our camellia this year has been magnificent. It de.. read more
This reminds me of a Neil Diamond song..."Being done too soon"---
beautiful poem and yes, life is fleeting and many of us don't realize that enough.
We still don't appreciate what we have while we have it....enough.
j.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Thank you j. I listened to the Neil Diamond song. Very upbeat and yes it reminds us all of those fam.. read more

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Added on April 18, 2024
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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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