Pipe Dreams

Pipe Dreams

A Poem by Chris Shaw

breaks a new dawn
after a restless night

a splash of pink sunrise
soon colours my eyes

those blackbirds a singing
are hidden from sight

my thoughts are of childhood
i search through the skies

dear brother your silence
still shatters this heart

i'm sure you are out there
so ask that you please

whisper your presence
take hold of my hand

for a moment of comfort
come softly to me

© 2020 Chris Shaw


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hi christine
"a splash of pink sunrise
soon colours my eyes"_______ i love those 2 lines particularly. think i'll to have to learn somehow, to be more ethereally descriptive in my poems.

you must've very close to your brother, so your personalities or likes, i assume would be similar. how lucky is that!
my sister & i are like chalk & cheese in personalities. can't say that i really think about my childhood much, coming from a dysfunctional family.
cheerio carola

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

I was very lucky with my siblings and childhood carola. I know how fortunate I was and that other pe.. read more



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When someone dear departs, it seems impossible to endure the pain. But the memories of the same person, occurring time and again are most agonizing.
A very sad yet beautiful poem.

Posted 2 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Dear Ayesha, your visit and thoughts are very much appreciated. Thank you.

Chris
This is sad....It makes me think of someone waiting for a loved one that has passed on, a great write.

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you dear Allie for your thoughts and your compliment. You are appreciated.

Chri.. read more
light and ashes

2 Years Ago

You're welcome
This is beautifully written, ma'am. The imagery is powerful.
breaks a new dawn
after a restless night

a splash of pink sunrise
soon colours my eyes

those blackbirds a singing
are hidden from sight.

Beautiful. Then the memories, most of our cherished memories are of childhood, aren't they? I can relate. The loneliness you feel is rightly conveyed. Hope you are well.

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you for your understanding review. Most appreciated. All is well with me and I hope the same f.. read more
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A very poignant write, dear Chris. Your title is quite revealing and it says so much in itself. The longing is palpable here and the restlessness of disturbed sleep and the need to reach out to one since passed is very delicately conveyed. Being in my youth i am yet to bear witness to many passings, but i know such days will come and I just hope i am well prepared for their arrival. With this poem you have worn your heart and longing on your sleeve and its both sad and beautiful in its brevity here. Such a touching write, dear Chris. I enjoyed it very much. :)))

Posted 2 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Dear Jamila, I am happy that you haven't met yet those sad passings. Better they come later in life... read more
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2 Years Ago

I am remaining in my apartment for the most part. The city is open to gatherings of 10 or more, but .. read more
Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

I am doing exactly the same as you. Food shopping and back home. I am biding my time too. Rather be .. read more
This was so poignant and expressed with such grace. I understand the longing, living alone in my apartment right now with only work to keep me busy during the isolation. We all need poetry to comfort us in these difficult times, thank you for sharing!♡

Posted 2 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Living alone can't be easy during these times of isolation. Thank you for your visit and sharing you.. read more
An emotional and touchy write... Human loss can not be healed with the time as memories keep on knocking the doors of the brain with the past events... My eyes are almost full of tears... this write is dedicated to the loved ones.... Thank you for sharing !!

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Dear Abhishek, many thanks for your moving response. Happy you paid me a visit. All good wishes.
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dear Chris... to be separated is such a loss. I was an only child; however, being separated from my son when he was out of high school and left the East Coast to explore the West coast ... left me at a terrible loss... although he visits and now has two young daughters. There is a chance they will live with us until they are settled on the East Coast. I do understand the feeling of Loss. truly, Pat

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Dear Pat, thank you for your understanding. Loss in all its forms can be difficult to deal with. We .. read more
The soulful missing in this came with such an impact after the dawn breaking and the birdsong...I felt it not only read it, beautful Chris, incredibly touching.

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Dear Ruth, thank you for your encouragement. I appreciate your visits.

Chris
Awe such a wonderfully expressed piece, could feel your words inside my soul in yearnings of childhood. So funny that we couldn't wait to grow up. Why I just don't know. Love your words. ;-}

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Weeping willow. Yes, I have lots of fond memories of my brother and my life with siblings... read more
I just have to respond to this in my Bunny Robert way... for your poem makes me feel of this poem I wrote a while back as if I read this before writing mine dear dear dear Chris!

__Listen For The Whisper__

Though my motion will cease to stir
And voice no longer heard
Long past movements entreat to spur
Breathes billow to my words

And please listen for the whispers
Those times you fell or ached
Recall my soothes oh so tender
And feel my warm embrace

Please don’t grieve my loss lost passage
My grave resides in you
The progeny of my passion
Those whispers sing for you


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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Dear Bunny, I am so pleased you responded with this poem. When I read it out loud, I could hear my b.. read more
Robert Trakofler

2 Years Ago

Im wondering if this poem finally has found it's intended recipient:)
Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

I was more than pleased it graced my path this morning :))

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