Lend Me Your Ears

Lend Me Your Ears

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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From the archives and a visit to the weir.

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Before your eyes are mesmerised
by water gushing through this weir,
do you hear the pounding sound of
marbled crystal as it tumbles,
as it stumbles over concrete,
crashing to the depths below?
Take a respite, take a moment,
listen to the noise of thunder
and the mighty roar of anguish
as the wayward, whirling foam boats,
pirouette in swirling waters,
whisked meringues of many egg-whites,
whipped into a frothing frenzy,
humbled by the river's flow.

© 2019 Chris Shaw


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ohhhh i like this Chris ... if one heeds your voice the experience is exquisite .. the roar, the foam and mist on my face ... if one doesn't have the memory of a weir somewhere in their lives .. they need to take a moment ;) i especially like the personification of the foam in anguish ... brilliant says i! simply brilliant!
E.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much Mr E. It was quite something. It was wonderful to look at, but the sounds were spe.. read more



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beautiful turbulent words paint a powerful moving series of pictures like increasing levels of emotional frenzy just before they're calmed,

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

It certainly was well worth watching and listening to as well. Many thanks Ruselnex for your thought.. read more
This makes me think of the boats that go up close to the falls where the water is turbulent.

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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Pleased I gave you some imagery Edie. Yes, boats getting too close would find it difficult to cope w.. read more
i learned about a weir in this, but I also could relate it to the storms and awful flooding we have had in Southern Illinois...
lots of swirling waters burying highways and bridges...and the water is still rising.
nature surely humbles us humans.
j.

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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

You are having a hard time of it with the recent spell of turbulent weather. You will know the stren.. read more
whisked meringues of many egg-whites,
whipped into a frothing frenzy,
humbled by the river's flow.

Love this part so much, This is a wonderful well written write. much enjoyed

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Jade

4 Years Ago

well i have been gone a while, I had to move and go on a vacation which was so much fun. It's good t.. read more
Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Use Firefox. I find that helps:)
Jade

4 Years Ago

ok thank you, i'll see what I can do.
ohhhh i like this Chris ... if one heeds your voice the experience is exquisite .. the roar, the foam and mist on my face ... if one doesn't have the memory of a weir somewhere in their lives .. they need to take a moment ;) i especially like the personification of the foam in anguish ... brilliant says i! simply brilliant!
E.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much Mr E. It was quite something. It was wonderful to look at, but the sounds were spe.. read more
A very expressive and detailed description of that water as it is dragged, whipping up a fury of spume and din. A very Chris poem filled with metre and flow and whimsical natural sights and sounds.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Many thanks John. I've always been fascinated by water, both moving and otherwise. The force of it f.. read more

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Berkshire, United Kingdom



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