Ghosts Of The Past

Ghosts Of The Past

A Poem by Chris Shaw

Only my own random thoughts
speak to me with soft clarity
in this room's afternoon silence,
in the comfort of the present.

While window glass, glazed and clean
protects my ears from hearing
a south westerly wind whip up
a fury in green leaves.

Clinging valiantly to brushwood of
silver birch, they sweep the sky clean,
in the same way I have swept
you to the vaults of memory.

Soon, every leaf on this tree will depart,
and though it saddens me to see,
it is of no real consequence.
It is temporary for they will return.

My heart no longer yearns for the
candle of you, you are extinguished.
Your flame flickers no more and I am
mistress of my own destiny.

© 2019 Chris Shaw


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It is curious how random thoughts and sights can transport us rapidly to the past. In this offering the sight of the leaves of a birch tree struggling to cling to the limbs in the face of a strong wind. The leaves themselves can be symbols of life's passing, for they fall every year, just as we must fall eventually. The difference here is that the leaves in their struggle seem to be sweeping the sky, just as the speaker has swept someone once close, now departed, from memory. The last verse indicates the grief process has been completed. The departed one must have been either a parent or a spouse, and a supportive one at that.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

It is always so interesting to read interpretations of my work by other poets. I truly appreciate yo.. read more



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should I fear for the one who inspired these words .. I think not .. we all have such a someone perhaps .. in our histories somewhere and it is good to know those old wounds eventually heal .. I am glad I found these fine words Chris, even though it took me some time to get here .. Neville


Posted 8 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

8 Months Ago

I thank you Neville for giving this old poem from the archives an airing. It!s good to let them brea.. read more
Neville

7 Months Ago


As always, my pleasure entirely .. and as ever it shall be .. Neville
well you are sitting in a comfortable chair in the den thinking back on someone in the past,and it is easier now since time has moved on

Posted 4 Years Ago


Chris Shaw

8 Months Ago

I am so sorry not to have thanked you
when I posted this poem, three years ago.

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I love the powerful last line..."I am mistress of my own destiny". This poem reminds me that seasons of life will keep changing no matter what we do. And where I might find despair now, will bring hope later. I really loved reading this piece. Thank you for sharing it. xo

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Dear Nicole, I appreciate your visit and your lovely review. Thank you so much.

Chris
Nostalgia, longing, and regret. My three biggest emotions. And you tackle them all in this poem. Being alone in your mind can be a vast experience, or claustrophobia

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Many thanks Samael for your thoughts. Your visit most appreciated. All good wishes.

C.. read more
This poetic blending in the mind of nature and thought is very accomplished Chris. It works well with the antithesis of the leaves returning and love departed.
Take care,
Alan

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

So pleased you enjoyed this one Alan. Thanks for your visit and all good wishes winging their way to.. read more
Imagery in HD.
A richly metaphorical, deeply perceptive introspection.
Gratifying to read, good poetess!

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Many thanks Jimmy for your encouraging review. Much appreciated.

Chris
I just love this SO MUCH! We've had this blustery wind lately & I can't think of a better way to write about the wind -- as sweeping things from the mind, the memory, etc. I wish I woulda thought of that! *wink! wink!* Having lived in a valley like a natural funnel, I grew to hate the relentless wind of summers there. You couldn't have expressed my distaste for hard steady wind better than this! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Hello Margie, I am no fan of strong winds myself although they are good for blowing the cobwebs away.. read more
Hard to do dear Chris. But we must.
"My heart no longer yearns for the
candle of you, you are extinguished.
Your flame flickers no more and I am
mistress of my own destiny."
The above lines. All of us must learn. Thank you dear Chris for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Dear Coyote, many thank yous for leaving your thoughts on these words. Your visits always greatly ap.. read more
Coyote Poetry

4 Years Ago

Always my pleasure dear Chris and you are welcome.
In the comfort of solitude and
silence she's quiet peaceful in
life.

Only my own random thoughts
speak to me with soft clarity
in this room's afternoon silence,
in the comfort of the present.


Being in control of
our life and freedom
is a very empowered
great lively feeling.

My heart no longer yearns for the
candle of you, you are extinguished.
Your flame flickers no more and I am
mistress of my own destiny.



Such a powerful
piece full of freedom
And life.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Dear Benita, thank you for taking the time to review these words of mine. Your thoughts always welco.. read more

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Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..

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