Fragile

brown eyed girl
warm chocolate melting
soft curl a fountain
tickles on her left ear
a tumble of summer cornfield
half smile from a white cotton pillow
sheet turned down
three days in
how long this piece of string
blue curtains tremble
roller coaster heartbeat
another day passes
pawns in waiting
breathe a sigh of relief
half baked peace
family ghosts whisper

Reviews

[Bare trees]

I thought it sounded like a collection of dream elements your subconscience pointed out in an attempt to use each as a title for future poems.

Interesting read, Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

An interesting response Bare trees. It was indeed a collection of thoughts. Never thought of titles though for future poems. Many thanks for stopping by. Your response is much appreciated.

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! A very sad tale of this fragile life; I took it as abortion, a loss of her embryo and I could be wrong. Hence the strings, the time awaited , the roller coaster heartbeat.
Roller Coaster Heartbeat can be a good title for a poem.

[Chris Shaw]

Interesting thoughts Sami on how you interpreted this poem. Fragile yes, but not in the way you have suggested. All comments very thankfully received. A stream of thoughts on a brown eyed girl known to our family and much loved. I appreciate your review and your time. Many thanks poet.

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

Just an interpretation based on some phrases. All good. Thank you .

[Sami Khalil]

Makes it more mysterious

[Chris Shaw]

Mysterious is good. Leaves it open:)

[Sami Khalil]

I like it. Different views

[Fabian G. Franklin]

A nice free flowing thought piece, slightly jumbled but not so much that the content becomes a puzzle. For some reason while reading I was catching flashes of the book, Bridges of Madison County. Great read.

[Chris Shaw]

Hi Fabian, it was a jumble of thoughts that came through while I was day dreaming. Not familiar with the book you mentioned but thrilled you enjoyed reading my words. Thank you so much.

Chris

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Oh, it was a movie too, starring Clint Eastwood and Meryl Streep but the book was by Robert James Waller, a favorite author of mine. The book is better of course but the movie is good too. It's about a photographer taking pictures of covered bridges when he meets and falls in love with a married woman and they have a summer fling. She's never been anywhere and he is worldly and a deeply saddened loner. I can recommend it most highly. Waller certainly had a way of telling stories.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for the info. I may look the movie up. I like both the actors you have mentioned. I appreciate your knowledge.

[Betty Hermelee]

Dear Chris
Your words are a bit haunting, yet I think these are reflection of your life, intertwined with family ghosts ; memories running from childhood to the present in broken thoughts
Daydreaming a bit about life …. One thought not necessarily leads to another… I do it all the time…. Every word is vivid and has a meaning…. Nice write; thank you for sharing
Warmly B🌷

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Betty. Yes it was a bit like a day dream writing this poem, although the brown eyed girl isn’t me. Pleased you enjoyed the read. Always lovely to read how different people relate to the words written. Your visit most valued and appreciated. All best wishes

Chris 🌹

[Betty Hermelee]

My pleasure always Chris
Warmly, B

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i always like stream-of-consciousness writing, it does something for me. this track of thoughts like a runaway train creates collage of your life. and getting this blink from your life, it is clear you have experienced a lot and there were so many good things about it. dazzling work.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Ern for your thoughts on this poem. A different type of write for me. Pleased you liked what you read. All the best.

Chris

[red93]

Marvellous Chris, so mysterious as the Piece plays out, complex and resonant and superbly crafted. Really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Tony for sharing your thoughts. Always valued and appreciated.

Chris

[Lorry]

We're you listening to Van Morrison perchance? This played like an old filmreel, silently throwing up it's images to your thoughts, like a wordless dream, that ends in more of a fevered dream state than is good for you.
Those family ghosts whispering won't half ruin a good sleep-byes!
😃

[Chris Shaw]

No Van Morrison Lorry while I penned this, but do admit to being a fan of his. Thanks for sharing your thoughts on this piece. All the best.

Chris

[John the Baptist]

I have the feeling that the tumble of summer cornfield and the sigh of relief are related, but I won't r say more than that.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you John . Always interesting the varied interpretations. I love how a poem can be seen in several different ways. I appreciate your thoughts and value them.

Chris

[Vol]

Chris,
You have described the interior lives of every poet I've ever known... minds entangled with spirits, floating hither and thither, tethered only long enough to put a few words on paper... lovely, indeed

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much Vol. A different type of poem for me. Pleased you enjoyed it.

Chris

[keith]

this harsh road i often travel
denies me the peace
needed within
my angers my doubts my guilts
usurp all worths
your writes your presence
provide me
the much needed resting place
of calm

thank you chris for sharing such wisdom

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Keith. Always such a pleasure to have a visit from you. Thanks for your kind comments. Hope you are well.

Chris