Evoking the Cologne

Evoking the Cologne

A Poem by Chris Shaw

Dad's dressing gown
remained exactly where
he last placed it,
on a shiny brass hook
on his bedroom door,
where it stayed
in its navy blue state,
hanging lifeless long after
his fate had been sealed.

Long after his unexpected
demise and my eyes
had lost focus on life,
I would wear it.
Wrap myself in its embrace
close my lids then breathe in
the essence of him.

That familiar cologne
bringing him back
for a few precious moments
before the sense of loss
would kick in with vigour
and tear me apart
like a ripped seam.


© 2019 Chris Shaw


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this tore me apart...and made my eyes water...reminding me of my dad and how much i miss him...
and speaking of the cologne...i remember how particular he was about hygiene, the shave, the old spice, the showers...and then how in his last couple years he hated showers...didn't even realize he no longer cared about that....
so well written here.
j.

Posted 2 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thanks Margie.
jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

and I thank you, too, Margie...
Chris' poem evoked so many feelings and memories for me...read more
Einstein Noodle

2 Years Ago

i like your response also jacob...Old Spice all the way ... and always clean shaven ... except maybe.. read more



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Oh, Chris, the emotional pain and the feeling of loss is overwhelming in this write. I, too, wrapped myself in something belonging to my Dad after he passed on. I could smell his aftershave and almost feel the arms of his robe hugging me. You obviously loved him very much. Beautifully written. Lydi**

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Months Ago

Hello Lydi**. Yes, I loved him very much and still miss him thirty years on. If you wrapped yourself.. read more
This is an excellent piece of writing that anyone can relate to. Remarkably well written and I also liked the imagery. Thanks for the poem

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Months Ago

Dear Carina, thank you so much for your very encouraging review. I appreciate you checking in.
.. read more
The senses evoke yesterday's, which are forgotten in the Al too briefest of moments we can replay and the warmth it brings, yet the pain of knowing it is a fleeting pause in reality and the tears of what has passed soon follow like a badly written epilogue to a beautiful memory... But it wouldn't be so painful if he wasn't so sorely missed, which is surely the epitaph of a good man and life.
I can't believe it's almost 20 years since my Dad passed, feels surreal that it wasn't just the other day.
My memory is a reverse of yours Chris. Sadness first, then smiles at his final word to me " b******s!" it was when I told him about 9/11 and he passed a few days later in hospital.
Typically succinct, no nonsense reply from the guy who never fussed.
A beautiful memory to share, of what he meant to you.

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

10 Months Ago

Thank you Lorry. Almost thirty years now. He left far too soon, and suddenly too. I had a premonitio.. read more
A very painful write here. He is not there with you but his memory has. Keep that memory alive in your heart. Parents are precious.... I really want to hug my parent but due to this covid situation..... You left me teary eyed.

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

10 Months Ago

Dear Sima. Parents are precious. You don't know when they will be taken from you. Sometimes it is mu.. read more
This is painful but beautiful and I know exactly how you feel. This write is full of emotion so heavy that it knocks me over.

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

10 Months Ago

Thank you Patricia. A old poem out for an airing. I appreciate your visit.

Chris
Oh Chris...this reached me on so many levels. My Dad died on the 3rd December and though it has been 15 years, I miss him so much, he was my friend as well as Dad so I completely understand the emotion wrapped around this piece. My heart hurts from reading the pain enveloped in this poem and it took me to my own Dad's dressing gown. He hated it but towards the end he was in hospital so much he had to wear it, I wanted to keep it when he died but just couldn't face doing so though I remember the smell of Old Spice on it. I did keep other things instead but couldn't seem to hang on to that for some reason...this broke my heart as excellent poetry that is real does break one's heart...much love to you Chris...

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

10 Months Ago

Thank you so much Ruth and so sorry you too are without your Dad. It's been many years and yet not a.. read more
Ruth

10 Months Ago

I understand Chris...my Dad was 51 and though he had rare issues, it devastated us all...returning l.. read more
Chris Shaw

10 Months Ago

ay, we keep smiling .... pleased he isn't around to see the devastation of covid
I am so sorry for your loss my dear, this poem is so heartbreaking. May God keep comforting you

Posted 11 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Dear Cassie of the smiling face, it is thirty years ago now, but the loss is still there. Not quite .. read more
Cassie

11 Months Ago

Hugs to you!!
Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Thank you and to you too :)
I do understand the poetry dear Chris. I have kept things from my father, my grandmother. I need them to remember them. The simple things become valuable, even if they can bring sadness. Thank you for sharing the powerful and worthwhile words.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Those little things can have a strong hold on us Coyote. Makes us feel rooted. Many thank yous.
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Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

You are welcome dear Chris.
funny that certain
scents can bring
back such deep
emotions to the fore
my mom wore
tabu perfume and
had a rose colored
robe I would cuddle up in...

I emulate her to this day
all her habits and quirks
such memories your
lovely words conjured up
thanks for sharing this

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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  Fran Marie

1 Year Ago

you re so welcome
dear Chris
sorry I was on
my grdsons page
checking h.. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

No problem :)
We humans are so responsive to fragrances that they sometimes teleport us to a nostalgic, distinctive space that lingers around. That feeling is so strong and I have felt it a lot of times.

I hug my dad sometimes, he smells of tobacco mingled with the scent of sweat, and it reminds me of my childhood, extreme summer days in India when I would rest my tiny self on his pot belly, which would elevate and suppress due to his breathing, while there's a cooler fan whizzing and blowing humid air at us.

Thanks for sharing. This poem evoked a nostalgic, cherishable feeling in me.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Dear Akshay, really pleased that you got so much from my poem. It was delightful that you shared you.. read more

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