Access Blocked By Fallen Rocks

Access Blocked By Fallen Rocks

A Poem by Chris Shaw

This beach I've learned is out of reach,
its access blocked by fallen rocks.
No more will I enjoy the scene
of children on a summer day,
at play with shells on fine white sand.

Nor will I see them paddle there,
collect salt water in a pail.
Sail their boats where tides creep in and
hear them spin their fantasies of
stately galleons out at sea.

This loss, though sore, does not compare.
I shared this place where I would chat
with Dad, on all things this and that.
We'd walk and talk quite happily,
far greater is this loss to me.

© 2018 Chris Shaw


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Chris,
Quite a natural expression of the loss of the means of fun!
Rama

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Rama. Yes this loss felt deeply, as it had been a much frequented place our family would v.. read more
Access blocked...to those we love and treasure so much. That chasm is so deep and uncrossed, the block so impassable. The fallen earthly rocks may be cleared some day yet not this. I also loved picturing from your words, the idyllic childhood sunny moments at the sea. Memories to last a lifetime. I’m glad I could reflect on all of it today, Chris!

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Enjoy your lunch :)
Dhara_Ditzy Kat

5 Years Ago

Sure Chris! You have a lovely morning and a great day too ! :)
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

:))...... thank you
I found the title of the poem so intriguing and how beautiful it is Chris.
Your father surfacing again in your poetry. How he would feel to read these...
So warmed I imagine.


Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Ana. Those two poems were written years apart, but that just goes to show he is still with.. read more
There are times I feel like they are slicing away at our solitude...corralling us into chaotic circles...though I know it is just the changing of our world and the realization of things that did not really apply to our generation of growing. I love that your poems come across as simple thoughts and memories and spand into great and thought filled circumstance. Bravo Chris!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Queenie for sharing your thoughts. Much appreciated.

Chris
Christine, I love your play with words in this wonderful rhyming poem. The images actually jump from the page and I feel as if I'm there at the scene. Great writing! :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Tamara, thank you for your kind response. Happy to see you on my page.

Chris
It isn't just the beach, is it? As a child there was a sandlot just a short distance from our home. We played softball, soccer a myriad of games there, but no more. The sandlot is gone, in its' place a parking garage. So much of what we knew and loved is being taken away from , not only us, but our children.

Take care - before its' all gone - Dave

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

You are so right. It's not just the beach, but all those memories over the years. Thank you Dave.read more
Very thoughtful Chris. I like when you move from the everyday into matters of portent or memories. I know that as I get older places often bring back memories and these often slip into some writing. Our memories are personal but they resonate strongly with others as yours has here.
Well done!
Regards.
Alan

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Alan for your thoughtful response. Hope all is good with you.

Chris
Such wonderful memories you have brought back here Chris. I have not had very many childhood memories of the place I lived In, I detested London town and I guess I always will. I enjoyed your poem, my friend...Peter

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

It's sad if you haven't got many happy memories of childhood Peter. I'm so pleased I was able to giv.. read more
Soft poetic reflection of memorable moments; the place may have lost it's access, but what remains in your heart is still intact and accessible at all times - nice write and wonderful read - :-)

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Phill. Yes my memories stronger, than falling rocks in this case. I appreciate your visit... read more
This could mean many things. I admire that about you; you're not obvious but you still have something relevant to communicate.

You have a pleasant style (well, maybe a little contrived) and you don't draw things out.

Most people don't make sense when they emotionally layer things.
("most people" includes myself)

Anyway, it sounds like you had an awesome dad.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

We certainly agree that I had an awesome Dad, David. Thank you for your visit. Good to see you call... read more

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