Calls A Graveyard

Calls A Graveyard

A Poem by Chris Shaw

far away in southern Devon
as the crow flies to the sea
where white crested waves are rolling
where green hills are rising gently
where thick red clay cakes the wet boot
in a graveyard lies my father
with a wish to speak to me

"close your eyes your heart will guide you
do not pine for long lost loved ones
do not wish me back to find you
with your grey eyes sadly misted
in a world i don't remember
nurture all who struggle daily
in your living family

stand beside your little sister
as you did when you were children
when her tears spilled out in sorrow
when her knees were grazed and bleeding
take her hand and lead her forward
through her darkest days of grieving
serving her, you do so me"

© 2021 Chris Shaw


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Hi Chris, this is, you've heard it before, such a heartfelt write. This is a poem that so easily moves the reader. An emotional write that stirs the emotions in the reader's heart. My mum and dad are both gone now and I miss them every day. They are still with me. Your wonderful poem touched me. Hugs always....Mike.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Dear Mike, I appreciate your thoughful review. Many thank yous for stopping by.

Chris
shadrach hah

2 Years Ago

You are always welcome, Chris. Have a wonderful evening. Hugs....Mike.



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Oh, my!!!!! Another absolute masterpiece, the perfection of the rhythm and the crystal clarity of the imagery; the capture of emotion and the touching of the reader in heart and soul!! Another jewel to add to my library- and I must ask now, as I did of another world class writer here - have you any published books that I might find?

Posted 8 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

8 Months Ago

Dear Julian, thank you so much for your high praise. You have me blushing. So pleased you are going .. read more
As in life this loving, caring, compassionate father now at rest in pastures green, spiritually speaks to his dear eldest daughter, his empathetic, telepathic words do not fall on deaf ears...

Inspiring!

Posted 9 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

9 Months Ago

I very much appreciate your thoughtful review Tom. Many thanks, Have a great weekend.

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I believe you began with one true sentence per Hemingway’s advice and then opened a vein to see where the red trail led.

Winston

Posted 9 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

9 Months Ago

Thank you Winston and for that wonderful encouragement. You are appreciated.

Chris


who could not be touched by these words once read .. tho not a mournful song .. they are instead a celebration of a love conveyed .. a love stilled, yet still goes on and on .. 💜

Posted 9 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

9 Months Ago

You know I was a Daddy’s girl as were my sisters. I wrote this a week after my sister’s husband .. read more
Neville

9 Months Ago


.. my pleasure Chris .. worth every drop .. Neville
Every year you visit, and prayers are offered, the great souls are always listening to us, and protect us from every trouble. It’s great offering to your father, Chris. I have seen in Chinese culture too they lit candles and incense to the grave to offer prayers. They are equally treated to God. I have great experiences from my grandparents who watch us always around us warning and protecting in every trouble. It’s great to know that you visited Southwest.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

9 Months Ago

Jessy sweetheart, thank you for a lovely review. All the best to you.

Chris
JessyJacob

9 Months Ago

I love you Chris. Thank you.
The emotion in this poem is so strong I could feel it.very relatable.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

9 Months Ago

Thank you so much for this review. The poem came to me shortly after my younger suster lost her husb.. read more
The thick red clay cakes the wet boot. I love the physical specificity of this description, suggesting a kind of imprisonment by forces of nature as well as a counterpoint to the ghostly paternal injunctions that seek to control the actions of the living.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

9 Months Ago

Thank you John. The ground is heavy red clay where my Father is buried. I always remember that part .. read more
This has a haunting quality to it that speaks to all of us through our past parents. Words that I can hear them speaking and what would have been their last wish. It has a maternal, paternal feel to it and is comforting in many ways.

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

9 Months Ago

Many thanks Soren, I appreciate your thoughts and your kind visit. All the best.

Chr.. read more
This is a lovely if melancholy poem. You will forgive me if I say I envy you this. Who was it that said' Be glad you had them do not be sad they are no longer here? To miss them is to love them even more. This style of this reminded me so much of early historical works I can't quite put my finger on. Perhaps it was the mention of Devon that brought Hardy into my mind.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

9 Months Ago

Thank you so much Ken. These words came to me on the anniversary of my Dad’s death, a week after m.. read more
Beautifully written with a message that will touch many and open a few hearts as well, mine included.

Posted 9 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

9 Months Ago

Hello will. Many thanks for your very encouraging review. An old poem out for an airing. Hope all i.. 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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