Slipping

Slipping

A Poem by Christine Anne Shaw

i dig deeper

pictures of you
archived in my mind
blur on recall

i find twenty eight years
have taken a toll
your image not as defined
nor clear as it once was

colours fade into greys
i long for the return of minutia
to turn back the clock
i want to take the lid off
death's parting shot

i want to see breath in you
the rise and fall of your chest
see those microscopic beads
of perspiration clinging
to your forehead's flesh

blue laughter in your eyes
that wide streak of silver white
that complements
your short back and sides

this early morning
I will tarry for a while
I will wade through the mists
to recapture the you I knew
in high definition




© 2019 Christine Anne Shaw


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It only slips; never disappears completely; if it did, we would become a different species entirely.
'
I want to see breath in you
the rise and fall of your chest
see those microscopic beads
of perspiration clinging
to your forehead's flesh.'

A transfixing verse in a truly moving poem.

Beccy.

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Many thank yous Beccy for your thoughtful review. So appreciate your calling in.

Chri.. read more



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There were several people in my life I could relate this to. Death sucks.

A moving poem, Chris.

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Christine Anne Shaw

5 Hours Ago

Thank you Tim. I appreciate your visit and your thoughts. All good wishes.

Chris
A sad poem from you Chris as you reflect on someone loved. A parent I guess. It happens to us all as time passes and photographs I find are a god send. Even so a good poem filled with compassionate emotion.

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Christine Anne Shaw

5 Hours Ago

Thank you John. Yes thank goodness for photographs. This poem was about my Dad. Appreciate your visi.. read more
Thanks to Samuel I have discovered this one. I must have missed it the first time. Glad I caught it though. It is more difficult as the years go by to see the face clearly. Thankfully we have old photos...almost always black and white...but at least not blurry.
I have a favourite of my Dad in his uniform just after returning home from the war. In it he is young and smiling, happy to be home. He passed 55 yrs ago this Halloween and every now and then I can hear his voice or one of his corny jokes.

Thank you for taking me back, Chris, ...it was a good day for it.

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Christine Anne Shaw

5 Hours Ago

So pleased Ted for your visit and that today was a good day for it. That's a lot of years that have .. read more
This made me think of my parents--Mother, 46 years gone, Father, 20. A sister and brother, also. I can still hear their voices and see their smiles. This sensitive and well-worded poem tells me the many ways our loved ones may be missed.

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Christine Anne Shaw

6 Hours Ago

Thank you Samuel for your review. I hear them and see smiles too, but have to dig deeper into my mem.. read more
It seems all things fall by the way with time. I hate it. It's so painful at times I just have to laugh at the futility of it all. Almost all of my male mentors have passed, and the memories of them are fading. When a recollection of them comes, nowadays, I hold tight, but it bleeds out of me from the onslaught of responsibility. This is truly a wonderful, heartfelt poem that has me thinking. I thank you for that. Have a good day, Christine. CD

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Christine Anne Shaw

5 Days Ago

Many thanks CD. Your visit is much appreciated, as is your understanding of these lines. All good wi.. read more
Day by day memory seems to be fading,
Like it's loosing its contents, though seems intact.
Mind escape things,
Past evades thought,
Feeling dies little by little,
When fueler is out of focus.
But sometimes it's impressive,
To bring back a memory from the far past behind.

Well written, Chris.

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Christine Anne Shaw

5 Days Ago

Thank you Kay for considering my lines. Much appreciated. All good wishes.

Chris
It is so strange...the tricks our memories play on us. When I try to recall loved ones who have passed, I see them in my mind's eye in a state of perfection, not in a state of pain or suffering. Wonderful piece.

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you Rubie. I often do as well if they have died recently, but with this piece, after 28 years .. read more

This reads today like the desperate plea, I can imagine you making loud but maintained within.. A long time ago now.. A justifiable and understandable plea that reflects the ache and the longing that never really leaves one in the wake of such a loss and the brutal realization that slipping has begun ..

I dont think this poignant tribute could be bettered.

Neville

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

That is a lovely review Neville and I thank you for it.

Chris
Neville Pettitt

1 Week Ago

My pleasure..
N.
This is a wonderful moving tribute to your dear father we never forget though time can fade the vivid memories of them ever so slowly ThAnkyou Chris for this personal share x

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Yes Julie, the feelings remain but their features start to fade. The sharpness of them goes. They ap.. read more
Sigh.... Life is a fragile thing... It's such a heartbreak when all you hope and pray cannot even dent time. The blow would strike our face if we tried. This is such a somber sweet poem on remembering a loved one. It's bitter with a sad sweet tone that clings to the reader. I do hope these feeling haven't affected life for you....

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Hello Sarah. No bitterness, just sadness and more so when anniversaries approach. Thank you for your.. read more
Sarah_Allen

1 Week Ago

Hugs, those are most difficult times of all.
-Sarah
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you :)

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Christine Anne Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Have been at Writerscafe for a year now, so pleased I made the change to posting my work here. Have loved reading poetry all my life, but never wrote my first poem until I hit 40. I wish now that I.. more..

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