Homeward Bound

(one from the archives)

Poppies lean towards a stream

where silver ripples gleam in sun.

A cool wind shakes their flimsy skirts

into the waters one by one.

Red sail boats launched into the deep

"We do not sleep, we do not sleep",

I hear the sound of poignant notes

as little boats are homeward bound.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

"In Flanders field where poppies grow" came to my mind. Flowers falling into the stream just as soldiers fell in the field. Unfortunately, they would not make it home alive. I can picture the flowers floating....a serene scene actually. Lovely. Lydi**

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Lydi**, thank you so much for your review. Your visited is much appreciated and welcome. Have a lovely day.

Chris

[Toni.S]

Lovely, I can see pedals falling into the water.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Toni for checking in. Your visit much appreciated.

Chris

[John the Baptist]

I may be reading too much into this, but there is a certain sadness in this offering that makes me think of mortality. I know poppies in the UK are a symbol for war dead, and the "cool wind" might be a death symbol. "We do not sleep" may signify eternal life, and possibly we are all "little boats" homeward bound on the stream of life. As I age, these things stand out more sharply to me. Very nice effort here.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you John. Your thoughts are similar to mine regarding this little poem. Many thanks for your visit.

Chris

[kitty]

Brings to mind a poem I wrote some time ago while sitting on the bank of the River Avon watching the swans on their upstream journey home. Its as though they had done a day's work and were going home. Enjoyable piece. Thank you.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you kitty. I enjoy watching swans too. Such graceful, elegant creatures gliding on water. They are fearsome though when they are under threat. Appreciate your visit here.

Chris

[kitty]

My pleasure!

[R.E. Ray]

Your poem took me to the woods, Chris, a creekside rock, where I watched leaves and fallen spring blooms float downstream, wondering where they’d end up. I’ve always enjoyed the poet-guided silent journeys like this one.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Robert. Pleased I was able to transport you to a pleasant place. Many thanks for your encouragement.

Chris

[BBP]

Sweet little piece. Takes me to a sweet spring day, you can feel the breeze from the cool air by the water.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks for your visit and your thoughts BBP. All good wishes.

Chris

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A magnificent little gem. So glad you pulled it from the archives.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Dale, pleased you enjoyed this oldie, out for a breath of fresh air. All good wishes.read moreMany thanks Dale, pleased you enjoyed this oldie, out for a breath of fresh air. All good wishes.

Chris

[Edie Blue Starfish]

This is beautiful. The vision you've created is vivid and the meaning, as I interpret, is touching.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Edie for your thoughtful review. Much appreciated.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared dear Chris. You made the reader feel and see the words in vision. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Coyote. Always good to see you on my page.

Chris

[Richard M]

A beautiful write Chris. I really like and appreciate poems and the softer kind, of nature and things natural. So refreshing! Really like it 😊

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much Richard for your lovely review. Goodto see you.

Chris