Swan Island - Last Days

Swan Island - Last Days

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(from the archives, six years ago)

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i imagine this place
bedecked in winter lace
ice crystals on bark
.
ground cold and bare
the icy stare of trees
freezing to attention
.
confined to his bed
his glass reads empty
as he thirsts for life
.
i search for sun
sadly there is none
by the river, i shiver
.
i am dying in summer
from grief on an island
surrounded by swans
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© 2020 Chris Shaw


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Every stanza jabs me with a deep sense of letting go . . . one minute I'm reading about losing one's grasp on memories, & your message keeps twisting into a new angle, awaiting death or mourning it later. Your statements are made with simplicity, but each line shines with depth (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Many thankd Margie. Written about four days before my brother died. I came across this in an old no.. read more



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Such stunning imagery wraps a heartbreaking story here. I'm reading this poem over and over again for the sheer inspiration and the absolute beauty of your words...

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Pestonjee

11 Months Ago

You're one poet I'm always delighted to read! Your words reflect your high thinking and great outloo.. read more
Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Blushing with gratitude:)
Pestonjee

11 Months Ago

🤗..............!
This is makes me feel desperate and anxious. That feeling of not being able to fix something and being saddled with waiting for something that is worth waiting for, but nothing that we really want. What a personal comment here, whether yours or someone else's...excruciating.

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Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

That was such a sad and anxious time Crowley. Stuck with no way out. I really appreciate your visit... read more

.......... I aint even gonna try to be clever... this is so essentially and tragically perfect Chris

Neville

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Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Ah dear Neville. It fitted the despair of the occasion. I found these lines in an old notebook, alon.. read more
I felt the longing, the memories in the words dear Chris. When the world stopped for us. We yearn for things missed. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

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Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Dear Coyote, the world did indeed stop for me for a while when my younger brother died. I could have.. read more
Coyote Poetry

11 Months Ago

I understand. I lost two brothers to suicide in the late eighties . I left my old world to escape th.. read more
This memoir shows how reencountering places associated with loss can revive feelings of grief that time may have somewhat assuaged. In the first lines the speaker imagines how the island must look in winter, with everything cold and bare and covered by ice. This landscape hints of death, causing a shiver even in the summer heat. I am not sure what the swans symbolize, but the speaker mentions them in an ironic way, so there is a contrast between the birds and the landscape. Quite a moving piece.

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Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Thank you John. I returned there briefly last year and it dud bring back all the sadness of tge firs.. read more
dear Chris... some of us think of... "Our Swan Song"
"Swan Lake Waltz - Tchaikovsky"... as a beautiful analogy
of leaving with beauty and Grace; however I am not ready
to leave this place...
our beautiful World and Country. tenderly, Pat

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Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Time heals Pat and though I will always miss my brother, I am not ready to join him yet. Thank you m.. read more
This looks like a slow painful path to finality; reaching for everything lovely, the summer, warmth, swans. I like the flow of your words..like"... his glass reads empty" Nicely written Chris!

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Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Waiting for the inevitable, surrounded by the grace of mother nature. Thank you Betty.

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Wow, this is so beautiful and full of vivid imagery. The ending really touched me.

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Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Many thanks bee for your thoughtful review.

Chris
Such a cold and solemn feel to this despite the warmth of summer.
Beautifully written

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Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Many thanks Ana, yes winter arrived in summer.

Chris
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It's like lament and requiem at minimalistic form . Dark colors are dominating above this island . It's feels very compact and strong. Even you try to describe sun . Sun is turning into dark moon . This is not happy writing but it's very impressive. This kind of writing help us to be happy for what we have.

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Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Thank you Martin, it was a very sad time for me. Your thoughts very much appreciated.

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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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