![]() LoadedA Poem by Chris Shaw![]() (A response to a poetry contact who said he was about to shoot himself after reading one of my sonnets)![]()
My autumn sonnet far too dark,
it drove another to despair. He took a loaded gun, thought twice but still he scorched his aging hair. The final couplet changed his mind, he saw it in redeeming light. Good job his aim was out of sorts or else his future, black as night. Oh Skumpy, lemme tell you this, October always leaves me cold. I much prefer the summer sun cast wide its net of burning gold. And as for those who've left this plane my losses don't decrease with time, so when they surface in my thoughts I give them grace, allow their climb. We differ sir, I will not change. On this we clearly should agree. Perhaps I need to warn you first of when I post my poetry. A red alert will come your way so you can put your gun away.
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6 Reviews Added on September 27, 2018 Last Updated on September 27, 2018 Author![]() Chris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, 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..Writing
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