Confessional

i address my dead loves

and some of those living too

i confess my desire

to hold on to you 

memories are fine when

you are sound of mind

but then there are occasions when

unremarkably streams a need

to feel you again

bring you closer to me

a comfort feather to suage

all longing

that strong bond of mine

of loving and belonging

to each of you i hold dear

you will find you are buried

for safekeeping between

case bound thumbed  pages

my old sleeping bible

the backbone of me even though

these days we share less 

company

there are momentos

dried flowers cards and letters

poems and little treasures for

my soul

to replenish any

split seams of my whole

as time passes by

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too dear Chris.
"my old sleeping bible
the backbone of me even though
these days we share less
company."
I have a old bible. I keep the keep-sakes I need. I do peek at. To remember the kind people I knew. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for relating to my words Coyote. Your thoughts are always appreciated.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome, dear Chris.

[Stella Armour]

I know you are from a very close family Chris and so your ties still hold strong even tho so many have passed on .
This poem is a beautiful way to express how much you miss them and a lovely tribute too ♥

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Stella for a beautiful review. 🌺

Chris

[Stella Armour]

for a beautiful lady with a compassionate soul ♥

[Neville]

This is just too damned good our Chris .. its so funny, I feel much the same way.

Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you my friend. So pleased that you think the same way. Still trying to catch up.

read moreThank you my friend. So pleased that you think the same way. Still trying to catch up.

Chris

[John the Baptist]

The past can be either a source of pain or of comfort. Here the speaker describes her practice of saving mementoes of past loves within the pages of an old Bible, which she refers to in times of need. It's almost like rekindling a long dead fire to summon up those memories as a source of strength. Though all things do pass, it's good to occasionally revive the memories of them to make the passage a little less remorseless.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you John. When I waiver, they can be a source of strength and comfort. Just holding those momentos can make such a difference. Appreciate your thoughts.

Chris

[Ruth]

We keep those we have lost close in many ways, this speaks volumes to me dear Chris. What is it to truly live on many ask...I would say you live on by being remembered like this. Letting go and holding on is a tender balance...lovely poem :)

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Ruth, your thoughts here are so spot on. Balance is important. Really appreciate you stopping by. Hope all is well.

Chris

[Fran Marie]

those little momentos mean a lot
replenishing the core of our being
sweet memories and the desire
to hold on to ..not wanting to let go
such a lovely and well crafted poem

Nice Work...

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Fran, those little momentos, keep loved ones close. Thank you dear poet for stopping by.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

I think it's noble thing to re-exam memories of those you love. Sometimes, because we are so caught up in something, we forget those who have passed. So, it okay to find "stuff" that reminds you of a loved one. In fact it's a calming thing to do for our souls. Nice write chris.
Best, Betty

[Chris Shaw]

It is calming, it is also reassuring. I love to get those momentos out and touch them, remember and smile. All is well.

Thank you dear Betty.

Chris

[DIVYA]

Its these memories that define a lot of what we become...what a treasured place the Bible is, offering not just the Holy Word but also safekeeping our treasures and fond memories. The need to hold on to all that's precious and to keep feeling that love eternally is conveyed so completely here. I could relate so much as my Bible carries so much of me. When younger, I had this habit of scribbling prayers and supplications in my Bible in troubled, testing times and looking back, I see my evolution so clearly there. And yes, those little mementos pressed into the sacred pages, made by the tiny hands of my kids. They're my purest joy. Thanks for this wonderful poem, my beautiful poet friend ❤

[Chris Shaw]

Dear DIVYA, reading your lovely review tells me you understand my poem perfectly. Such little treasures, but priceless. A pressed flower from each grandchild. A rose, an orchid, and a pansy. Given with so much love. Treasure indeed. Wonderful to have you back on this forum.

Chris

[DIVYA]

Its such a pleasure, my friend. Welcome always ❤

[Lale]

Your words feel genuine. I love how you cherish everyone that's meant something to you.
This is a poem to save, remember and praise.
Thanks you a bunch for sharing..

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Lale a belated happy new year to you. So pleased you checked in and I thank you for leaving such a nice review. All the best.

Chris

[Lale]

Your poetry never ceases to amaze me.
I am happy to be back too. it's been a while..
Happy belated new year Chris. I hope you're doing fine.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Lale.Glad you are back. Always good to see old friends on here. All reasonable. Not complaining :)

[JE Falcon]

Shadows in the sunlight are more visible than lost loves. But that does not make then any less felt. --- Well written.

[Chris Shaw]

Shadows can play with the mind. I see them more at night than during the day. Especially at the witching hour. Many thanks for another review. You are appreciated Falcon.

Chris