Here, Sit I

Here, Sit I

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(Another one from the Victorian Graveyard)

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i do not know you
yet i’m drawn to sit beside
this moss stained stone

here in shade where pine cones fall
drenched by April’s constant rain
here I sit where songbirds’ notes
sing mournful songs from
tiny throats

where bluebells gather at your feet
and ivy vines cling dampened ground
here beneath forget me nots
your buried bones reach out to me
i swear i heard a muffled cry
here I sit alone with thoughts

of why a child should breathe her last
of why a child from decades past
should touch my heart
an open grave
should kiss my cheek
as I walk by

© 2024 Chris Shaw


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Such a somber tone to this one. It pulls at my heart.
I've seen grave markers that were just wrong. Taken too soon.
It's heart breaking. Beautiful write.

Posted 6 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Inspired by a visit to a Victorian cemetery. So many children died of disease back then, and no anti.. read more
Papaya

6 Months Ago

They were tough times. You're very welcome, Chris.
Always a pleasure to pop in.
beautiful and reverent - carl

Posted 6 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Many thanks for stopping by Carl. Much appreciated.

Chris
Wow, a sweet yet very touching poem,
I enjoyed the way u penned this. Imagery is so lovely to,
-Amy

Posted 6 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Many thanks Amy. I appreciate your visit.

Chris
Amy R

6 Months Ago

You're welcome.
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mou
Only a poet can write this, the kind eyes can feel this, and an empathetic heart can save this with care.
I have nothing more to say for this one, Chris
- mou

Posted 6 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Thank you mou. The inspiration for this write was a visit to a Victorian cemetery. So many children .. read more
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mou

6 Months Ago

Children became the victims of helpless medical service - the most sensitive and heartbreaking scena.. read more

here I sit where songbirds’ notes
sing mournful songs from
tiny throats ..................................... such incredible poetry Chris.

Neville


Posted 6 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Thank you Neville. I appreciate you.

Chris
very soft. if only the kindest weren’t unknown. well done. -mabel

Posted 6 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Thank you Mabel. I appreciate your thoughts.

Chris

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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