Chris Shaw
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On the Scent of PineA Poem by Chris Shawimagine if all the souls of our long departed lit up the pine forest at night like fireflies in love chasing winking and blinking beck.. |
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Gaia GiftsA Poem by Chris Shaw(turning a downturn into a positive) |
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Forever BubblesA Poem by Chris ShawInspired by DIVYA and my three year old grandson |
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When Heart and Mind Don’t AlignA Poem by Chris Shaw(another one on outcomes of addiction) |
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ChoicesA Poem by Chris Shawthat glow of a log fire from an Edwardian hearth is so warming on cold winter evenings when fingers of flickering flame lick and dance in thei.. |
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GiftingA Poem by Chris Shaw(For Jacob facing heart surgery today, Neville raising funds for his very poorly young niece and any other of my poetry friends in need of special th.. |
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CountdownA Poem by Chris Shaw(from the outside, 2nd of nine) |
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February CallingA Poem by Chris ShawSpontaneous write |
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Reaper of RewardsA Poem by Chris ShawA spontaneous write |
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Casualties of ColdA Poem by Chris Shaw(Cyclamen, purple headed reduced to mush) |
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