Birthday Flora

Birthday Flora

A Poem by Chris Shaw

cast them aside they said
once dressed in pearl perfection
those roses are undoubtedly dead
while tiger moon lilies look on
bruised and bemused

no longer gifting scent
memory of perfume pervades
in a room where blooms wither
petals turn paper thin
perfection long gone

heart cries no they stay
there is elegance in demise
they stand proud in a vase
whose clear cut glass gleams
my grey eyes cloud empathetic

they stand tall
flowers may lose colour
fade fast, nothing living lasts
though stems show backbone
in the face of adversity

behold broken beauty
in silent solace lingering
dignity dawdles towards death
dried out they may be
and soon to be but not yet
a reminisce

© 2021 Chris Shaw


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March 9th was her birthday. The beautiful bouquet still gives off its delicious aroma and the blossoms brighten the room. To see her face when she catches a glimpse of them each day she passes them is a joy.
Thank you for the wonderful, imagery you put in your writing.
Take care - Dave

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Good she had a birthday bouquet. Thank you fir your visit Dave. My best wishes.

Chris
Dave

7 Months Ago

You too, Chris.
Take care - Dave



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March 9th was her birthday. The beautiful bouquet still gives off its delicious aroma and the blossoms brighten the room. To see her face when she catches a glimpse of them each day she passes them is a joy.
Thank you for the wonderful, imagery you put in your writing.
Take care - Dave

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Good she had a birthday bouquet. Thank you fir your visit Dave. My best wishes.

Chris
Dave

7 Months Ago

You too, Chris.
Take care - Dave
Beautiful. I will look at stems now in a new way. A symbol of hope in adversity. Thank you Christine.

Posted 7 Months Ago


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Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Dear Cddice, thank you so much for your visit and for sharing your very positive thoughts. All good .. read more
Love your many vivid details. I can see them clearly in my mind. This poem sheds a light on beauty but also the circle of life and the beauty of it. Thanks for sharing!

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Thank you Savanna for your visit and your understanding. All good wishes.

Chris
I enjoyed this poem, Chris. The delight of receiving a birthday arrangement to mark the passing of this milestone. As the flora fades and dies, so does our satisfaction. Our memory holds to both the event and the comfort in the thoughtfulness. Thank you for sharing this fine poem. I enjoyed reading.-Anthony

Posted 7 Months Ago


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Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Many thank yous Anthony for sharing your thoughts. Your visited appreciated and valued. All the best.. read more
"they stand tall
flowers may lose colour
fade fast, nothing living lasts
though stems show backbone
in the face of adversity"
Lovely, wistful and tender metaphors of remembrance of the lifecycle of nature and humankind here dear Chris. Exquisite language, verse, imagery, alliteration- magnificent. Such pathos beautifully expressed. Brava my friend-truly Master Class write!!

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

You spoil me dear Annette with this very generous review. Thanking you most warmly. Have a great wee.. read more
I love your effusive writing, equal to a big bountiful bouquet, and also I love the metaphor to old age. I leave old foliage on plants thru the winter becuz, since we only freeze one or two mornings in a winter, but many mornings near-freezing, the old foliage keeps the root ball from being damaged -- another reason to keep the old around a while! I love your wordplay, as well as you message (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 7 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

How right you are Margie. You must leave plants to winterise. Clipping their wings too soon, they wo.. read more
reminds me of the flowers I had for parents...the bloom had faded, they didn't stand as tall, but they fought like hell to survive...and fought to keep their dignity and independence...
two roses leaning towards and on each other.
j.

Posted 7 Months Ago


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Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Beautiful thoughts you have shared here Jacob. Thank you so much. Yes two roses leaning on each othe.. read more
wow, Chris, this is a gem of a poem! there is a deep and profound beauty that can be found in the fade and you just gave me a wonderful view and reminder of it! these lines are a different thing all together they are woven perfectly!!!!!

Posted 7 Months Ago


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Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Dear Bunny, your generous review warms my heart.Thanking you muchly and sending you every good wish .. read more
I see this as a take on how sfter death our purpose will remain in the hearts of loved ones. Either way a fantastic poem.

Posted 7 Months Ago


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Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Many thanks Dale for your thoughtful review and kindness. All good wishes.

Chris
" Dignity dawdles towards death" Such beautiful line. Every mortal being will die, but the life living and the way means everything... Petals withers away but the fragrance lingers on and thus death seems so frail in front of that dignified life... A strong poem wrapped in such beauty

Posted 7 Months Ago


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Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Thank you always Sima for your thoughtful reviews and visits. Much love.

Chris

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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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