Forever Summer

Forever Summer

A Poem by Chris Shaw
"

(Remembering Jen. First Anniversary. The skies lit up that night, 5th November, in a blaze of fireworks. She did it her way)

"
her infectious smile greets me daily
beaming on my mahogany mantle
where she is free from death's dust

amid a flurry of forget me nots
that match her pale blue eyes
whose sparkle is forever summer

the melancholy of autumn days
followed by winter's wicked freeze
will not diminish her radiance

she of that lucent capacity
could lighten a darkened room,
gloom dissipated in her presence

it lifted like mist concealing a lake
taken away by a bold burnished sun
Jen my dearest childhood friend

remembering you always,
life goes on, though the song of you
remains strong and unforgettable

© 2019 Chris Shaw


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dear Chris... a year has passed... and still your poem
resonates in our heart. My Mom passed in December
about forty-two years ago. Her radiant smile still warms me
when I see her photo on our Mantel above a crackling fire.
Your poem dedicated to your friend is a legacy of gentle grace.
tenderly, Pat

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Dear Pat, thank you for bringing Jen back to me this morning. So pleased this poem also reminds you .. read more



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A beautiful tribute and memory cast in melancholy which is in contrast to the smile and title "forever summer". The flow of the poem set the emotional tone and left me at the end with a memory that seems indelibly printed.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

9 Months Ago

Thanking you Soren for your review. Indelibly printed on my heart is Jen. A wonderful friend . Hap.. read more
CHRIS,
I was almost sixty when I experienced my first significant death, but four in the last five years... it is the elderlies' rite of passage, I guess. The thing I have learned is that there are no words and there are no deeds that help in any way. The survivor's road is the loneliest of them all, until the last one.
Someone said everyone dies twice, the first is the physical one, the second when your name is spoken the last time. Amazing what your memory and this poem are doing.
Vol

Posted 9 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

9 Months Ago

Vol, I am sorry for your losses. It is true that as we age they mount up more. Grief is a pathway we.. read more
This reminds me of poems by Elizabeth Bishop. She wrote a poem about her father by writing about his empty room.
This of yours has the same feel.

Winston

Posted 9 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

9 Months Ago

Thank you Winston. I always appreciate your thoughts.

Chris
Really Beautiful Chris and this Piece has a filmic quality - Lovin' that Title, really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

9 Months Ago

Thank you Tony. Pleased you stopped by. Your support always appreciated.

Chris
Hi Chris,
Yes, it is me, back to reviewing and hopefully writing... I have had my share of mishaps and have not been up to doing any of this... You are the first poem I am reviewing...and what a very lovely poem it is..
To remember someone in a poem is so very wonderful...
Hugs to you,
Lisa

Posted 9 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

9 Months Ago

Lovely to hear from you Lisa. Sorry about the mishaps. Hope all is well now. Have a lovely day.
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What a beautiful tribute poem for a friend that really touches the heart of the reader. I know, I am the reader.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

9 Months Ago

Thank you Will. A much treasured friend greatly missed. Pleased you stopped by.

Chri.. read more


.. the passing of a true friend such as your dear Jen is surely a life changing event and one that I truly recognise myself having experienced a similar loss .. your words here resonate deeply within me Chris ..

Posted 9 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

9 Months Ago

Thank you Neville. I miss her a great deal. Sadly I have lost three of my closest friends to cancer,.. read more
I am the last of my peer group. I still walk the streets of my hometown. But today I am alone. How well you evoke memory's ghost. Finely written, poet, finely written.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much. I appreciate you stopping by and leaving your thoughts.

Chris
dear Chris... a year has passed... and still your poem
resonates in our heart. My Mom passed in December
about forty-two years ago. Her radiant smile still warms me
when I see her photo on our Mantel above a crackling fire.
Your poem dedicated to your friend is a legacy of gentle grace.
tenderly, Pat

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Dear Pat, thank you for bringing Jen back to me this morning. So pleased this poem also reminds you .. read more
What a beautiful tribute poem to your dear friend
This was truly beautiful I’m sure she heard it


Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much Julie for your lovely review.

Chris
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

2 Years Ago

It’s ok
I haven’t been in much I’ve lost my pojo for a while haven’t written in week.. read more

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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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