Pipe Dreams

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

Reviews

[Carola]

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

[Chris Shaw]

I was very lucky with my siblings and childhood carola. I know how fortunate I was and that other people's childhood may have been different altogether. In those circumstances I can understand entirely where out of sight out of mind is best. Always appreciate your visits. All the best.

Chris

[Robert Trakofler]

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

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Bunny, I am so pleased you responded with this poem. When I read it out loud, I could hear my brother's voice. For that I thank you. Your poem, my brother's voice. That is a gift for sure. Many thank yous. Keep safe and well.

Chris

[Robert Trakofler]

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

[Chris Shaw]

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

[Anushka joshi]

Very great and touching ...poetry ..ma'am. This poetry made me remember of my own siblings whom I missing a lot for not seeing them since 1 year ... your lines are really very heart touching ma'am

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Anushka for your very encouraging review. Much appreciated.

Chris

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

I, unfortunately, also know the pain of losing a brother... This really resonates with me, and your strength is admirable. Poignant and well executed!

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Travis, sorry to learn you too have lost a much loved brother. Certainly a challenge to come to terms with. I thank you for your visit and your caring response. You are appreciated. Take care.

Chris

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you, and it is... You take care as well.

[emmajoy]

A golden rule is to talk about the writer's skills, that his/her emotions are delicately added. Throughout the time of the etceteras, one should focus on the poet.

I've tried, dear goodness, I've tried.. but ... i so understand the longing.. even though in another way, for a different reason. Beautiful writing.. as is the pink dawn when that hint of colour says more than some would think.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Em for sharing your thoughts. Keep safe.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand this poem. My world is too quiet. I need voices and grandchildren in the house. I hope this will end soon. (It won't.) I hope you are doing well dear Chris. Be careful and be safe dear friend.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Coyote for checking in. All is OK here, we are doing what our government has asked. Take care.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Us too in Michigan. My area in Detroit doing poorly. You are welcome dear Emma and be careful and be safe,

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Subtle and endearing homage in graceful flowing stanzas and wordplay... softly written, but having a great strong strength of purpose - great read my friend! :-)

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Phill for your generous review. Your visit most appreciated. Take care.

Chris

[Lorry]

They're not hidden Chris, just socially distancing and observing the correct lockdown procedures. They will betempted to break it if you throw them a crustor two though, it's getting harder for them to earn a crust since all those humans disappeared.
Even without the current situation, the quiet wakening of dawn can cause pause and reflection, but there is an added uneasiness and solemnity to things with what's going on. We are but human, and when one thing is missing from our lives, it can lead to reflecting on all else that is missing too. I do believe the thought remebering him keeps more than the memory alive. For all we can know and think, choosing those thoughts shows what and who truly matters.
Beautifully penned, and we had a similar dawn this morning. I think the technical term is a blacmange sky 😷

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Lorry for your thoughtful response. Blancmange that wibbly wobbly pale pink Mr Blobby. look alike. I have to say the sky was beautiful. My memories of Mr Blobby not quite so endearing.


Chris

[Lorry]

And that bloomin song he had out too! Arghh. I've always said that Noel Edmunds has a lot to answer for. No pensioner should wear skintight leather and style his hair colour on vomit. Knew he was a wrong 'un 😷

[Dave Brown]

I am sure he is listening and colored that sunrise pink just for you

[Chris Shaw]

What a lovely response Dave. Thank you so much. All the best.

Chris

[Einstein Noodle]

oh Christine ... so magically soft and elegant ... the grieving offset by the "..splash of pink sunrise" ... birds are singing ... but hidden :(
our first thoughts on waking, to me, are important ones ... many times mine come from dreaming ..remembered in part usually ... asking for meaning of some kind ...
"i'm sure you are out there" ... turns this poem from a concrete, real experience to something more ... as my own thoughts on a dream never quite finds understanding ... i turn to thoughts of my God... as your poem searches for an affirmation .. assurance and comfort ... these things i do find in those moments ... your title .... is filled with doubt and a bit of cynicism to me .. much in contrast to your poem .. a curious thing dahlink! i wish you well as you remember your brother .. and i am sorry you carry such loss .... i think when siblings pass over .. it strikes much closer to home than say a parent ... wishing you well as we begin to emerge from our cocoons ... i am not afraid .. i think it is time ;)
E.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Mr E, I am pleased you are about to emerge from your cocoon. We are still in ours. What a terrible place the world is in. With so much death around, my thoughts turned to my brother, five years gone. Still miss him so much. It was difficult losing a younger sibling. Let's hope these miserable days will soon be a thing of the past. Take good care of you. Sent with very best wishes and a cyber hug.

Chris

[Einstein Noodle]