Locket

Locket

A Poem by Chris Shaw

inside your soldier hands
my silver heart
of sterling i am valued
more than gold
undo the tiny clasp
find you and i
the wealth lies in the
timeless bond we hold

i am the reason why
you fight to live
there’s nothing more of me
that i can give
our lips meet daily
in the desperate dark
come life or death
we’ll ne’er be torn apart

© 2024 Chris Shaw


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Romantic to the core, this piece contains all the ingredients, the memento or locket, that brings memories, the presenting of danger in the soldier, the threat of death and the pledge that even this will not separate an eternal bond. So nicely worded.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Pleased you enjoyed this write Soren. Thank you so much for an encouraging review.

Ch.. read more



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I liked the title and really enjoyed the poem . Good stuff !

Posted 6 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Thank you so much for your visit and thoughtful comment. You are most welcome.

Chris.. read more
You speak often of affection. This is another of your poems that hit in the heart.

Posted 6 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Thank you so much Andrew. Your appreciation of my work, so encouraging. Have a lovely Wednesday. read more
Not sure if the term "soldier hands" is metaphorical, or if a wartime romance is being depicted. Whatever, the bond between the speaker and the addressee is definitely one of deep love: "come life or death/ we'll ne'er be torn apart". Devotion doesn't get any stronger than that.

Posted 6 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Thank you John. You picked up on the meaning of this poem, pleased you stopped by. Happy Tuesday. read more
Also, I love the title of your poem, perfect.


Posted 6 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

And thank you again for this add on Amanda. Happy Tuesday.

Chris
Holding on to something that means so much to bring you strength, sometimes it's a physical object that connects us to a memory- this is beautiful, thank you!

Posted 6 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Thank you Amanda, I appreciate your kind words. Pleased you stopped by.

Chris
Chris - it is amazingly beautiful that something so small can mean so much. I can easily feel the love
found in the attachment of a locket. Thank you for the beauty of this sentiment.
Take care - Dave

Posted 6 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Hello Dave, so lovely to get a visit. Many thanks for your encouraging review. All the best.
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This almost made me cry. The longing for one's embrace, the distance that obviously sits between these two and the love shared is beautiful. Nicely done Chris.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Aw, sorry will. Happy though that you picked up on the love shared. Many thanks for your lovely revi.. read more
Romantic to the core, this piece contains all the ingredients, the memento or locket, that brings memories, the presenting of danger in the soldier, the threat of death and the pledge that even this will not separate an eternal bond. So nicely worded.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Pleased you enjoyed this write Soren. Thank you so much for an encouraging review.

Ch.. read more
This lovely, nostalgic piece puts me in mind of "the Greatest Generation," WWII, when Love & Death were so intertwined ...held close in a silver locket :)
JD

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

6 Months Ago

Thank you JD and for the share. Yes, the greatest generation without a doubt.

Chris

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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