When Words Mean Nothing

When Words Mean Nothing

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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When I miss her now, I think of this and know that although it was a long time coming, she got her wish.

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I, a so called poet,
who can burn a blank page
with word rage,
can turn a lively sparkling sea
into a calm, soothing balm.
Who can conjure up a sunrise
or sink the sun beyond a horizon
paint words in colour
on a grey wet day
evoke the scent of a rose
in the throes of midwinter
and melt snowflakes in summer heat.
I can convey all this
and yet
when my beloved Mum
elderly and frail,
ailing and sick
tells me she wants to die,
all I can do is sigh
and tell her I love her.
I have no words
that will bring her a crumb
of comfort 

© 2022 Chris Shaw


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Whoa… a Crumb of Comfort… my Mum was a Nutritionist and fed her family lots of Healthy Food. To this day I think of my Mum’s Wisdom.. and yet when the Cancer took over her Liver, she became paralyzed and could not speak clearly. However, the Doctor told us she could clearly understand everything said around her.. so we had to choose our words carefully until she took her last Breath. Chris, your Poem has touched my 💜 Heart. tenderly, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Dear Pat, thank you for your beautiful review and for sharing your much loved mother with me. Yes I .. read more



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this is heart wrenching...i have gone through this...all the words in the world...all the poetic devices cannot stop the pain when that time is near---they seem so useless...
but in the end...for the sake of memory, the words are more powerful than we realize.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Yes Jacob. It is that feeling of words becoming useless, nothing you say will make the slightest bit.. read more
We can conquer and express so many things with the written word yet still fail miserably to comfort ones ailing pain..I too felt this sadness as my mom lay dying.. It is very difficult and heartening..I feel your words here.within this poem..well done

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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Fran Marie for sharing your own experience. I appreciate your response.

Chr.. read more
One of your best. Some things or events in life are hard to convey indeed especially if that place or person has transcended any value or importance. Parents are one of those that we can't fit into a frame or a box. Death is a must but we can rest in the hope of an afterlife for those who believe. Marvelous.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Sami for your thoughtful response. Much appreciated.

Chris
"Who can conjure up a sunrise
or sink the sun beyond a horizon
paint words in colour
on a grey wet day
evoke the scent of a rose
in the throes of midwinter
and melt snowflakes in summer heat.
I can convey all this"

Posted 5 Years Ago


This is truly one of your very best that I've read so far. I love the way you touch all the familiar topics in fresh & heartfelt ways, a constant stream of amazing poems. Your descriptions of writing (here) are so lyrical & then your poem twists into the final torque that tweaks your heart, expressed gently & with immense compassion. I wish it were easier to talk about death sometimes (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Now your words do mean something Margie. Thank you so much.

Chris
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5 Years Ago

Love and Hug!! Welcome warmly :)
So beautifully expressed Chris...As long as she feels your love, no words are really needed, my friend.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you DIVYA
DIVYA

5 Years Ago

You are welcome, Chris.
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So sad. There have been times when I have wished my mum the release of death such was the pain of watching her suffer, but not once has she ever voiced a desire to die. My heart goes out to you Christine

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

She's had enough and has done for sometime. A shell of her former vibrant self, it is painful to wit.. read more

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Added on August 26, 2018
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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..

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