Homeward Bound

Homeward Bound

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(one from the archives)

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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.

© 2019 Chris Shaw


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"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**

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

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



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as usual, your visuals get us there....your paintings are high definition...

makes me "wish i was, Homeward Bound, Home where my thoughts escaping, home where my music's playing, home, where my love lies waiting silently for me."

j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Hey Jacob. Simon and Garfunkel, I:ve just been listening to one of their Cd's. Never tire of them. T.. read more
A whimsical and quintessentially English scene as the river/stream is observed as it interacts with nature Chris. Pooh sticks at the ready!

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Many thanks John. Appreciate your response.

Chris
Chris you do this so beautifully. I envision you as a fairy with a wand when it comes to conjuring such vivid imagery with such effortless ease.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Now you've got me laughing. A fairy with a wand:) I don't think anyone has envisioned me that way be.. read more

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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