A Page Is Turned, Another Morn

A Page Is Turned, Another Morn

A Poem by Chris Shaw

from bleakest night comes brightest day
when rays of sun break through at dawn
when song birds stir the saddest hearts
a page is turned another morn

dear Gaia i am full of praise
for you who soothes each weary soul
for you who toils to ease where life
has left the spirit less than whole

inspire in all a sense of calm
apply with love your healing balm

© 2021 Chris Shaw


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“from bleakest night comes brightest day
when rays of sun break through at dawn”
Beautifully penned lines dearest Chris. Your words float upon the day as a graceful prayer to Gaia, an extolling of her comfort to man, each morning renewed. Great message, imagery, metaphor, rhyme, cadence, alliteration… Master Class write my friend!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Your review is warming on another really cold day here Annette. Thank you so much for sharing your t.. read more



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Beautifully expressed. ;-]

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Weeping willow. Good to have you visit and sending you all good wishes from across the pon.. read more
Everysay is a fresh start. How you fill tgose pages is up to you.
Great poem

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Cowboy, appreciate you checking in.

Chris
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MCS
thank you for this heartwarming prayer. i was in much need of these words.

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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Pleased you enjoyed the read, and I thank you dear MCS for your kind visit. Sending you all good wis.. read more
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rew
Hi Chris, the nearest I can get to figuring this (apart from it being poetry)
is to suggest that it is in praise of death and being ' interred ' (the Latin Gaia)
On second thoughts (before I dig myself into a hole)
a more realistic view would that it refers to a garden and the work involved in such would be a '' healing balm''
No, I'm back to Gaia - mother Earth - she certainly welcomes with open arms never refuses and in our turn we nourish it by becoming fertilizer.
rew


Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Gaia, mother earth, does it for me. Thank you rew for sharing your thoughts and your visit. All good.. read more
Gaia seems to be a healer of sorts; a lovely poem, touches my soul; I guess we all look forward to a soothing balm to help us through the day; song birds can awaken us with a bit of joy to help our saddest hearts. You have touched us all with this poem of the spirits.
Best, Betty

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you dear Betty for your beautiful review. You are appreciated.

Chris
Betty Hermelee

3 Years Ago

You’re welcome!
I love that this feels like a prayer or a hymn. It's full of hope and gratitude. Love it!

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Your encouraging review Helen is most welcome. Many thanks for checking in.

Chris
What a beautiful and comforting write Christine! You have started my day off just right. Thank you! ~Sharon

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Pleased to get your day off to a good start Sharon. Thank you for leaving such an encouraging review.. read more
Thankyou Christine foryour optimistic outlook in this thoughtful poem. It reminded me of an old song from my younger days by Johnny Mercer and is my favourite "mantra "
"You've gotta Accentuate the positive.
Eliminate the negative
And don't mess with Mr.In-Between. "
Norman

It may not solve the problems, but at least you can appreciate what you have, and keep a clear sight on what is possible.


Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Dear Norman, those lyrics are certainly positive. At the moment we need far more of it. What a year .. read more
Hopeful and wonderful words shared dear Chris.
"dear Gaia i am full of praise
for you who soothes each weary soul
for you who toils to ease where life
has left the spirit less than whole"
I pray to Gaia often. For opportunity to thank her for the kind gifts I have. I loved the above lines and thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Pleased to hear Coyote that you enjoyed these lines. Encouraged by your response. Many thank yous.read more
Coyote Poetry

3 Years Ago

I did dear Chris and you are welcome.
There is a special moment when waking is an acknowledgement that whatever's gone wrong or not quite right, it just might be that much needed magical day. To hear rain tapping on the window, or see a streak of light on the pane, the world is waiting; that, Chris, is surely what we need. Your words are beautiful, heartfelt, and ~ much needed 'healing balm'. Thank you for sharing..

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Em, you leave such encouraging reviews and I thank you. Take good care of yourself.

C.. read more
emmajoy

3 Years Ago

Am trying to, Chris. You too, stay safe, please - one and all. xx

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Chris Shaw
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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