ReleaseA Poem by Chris Shaw
be still grey waters of this lake
that shimmer silver in pale sun your surface is of mirror glass your silence speaks of damage done the light upon your watery skin spreads wide its sheen a fulsome bright but hides beneath a sorrow held as sad as stars snuffed out at night that ache will lessen sure to know as river flows downstream to sea reflection plays a dirgeful tune a cello mourns its strings in D a blackbird in a near bush sings for all caged birds who find their wings © 2023 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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15 Reviews Added on February 8, 2023 Last Updated on February 8, 2023 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, 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..Writing
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