Seen With Sadness

Seen With Sadness

A Poem by Chris Shaw

take a long look at Winnie
commissioned in serious sepia
here she sits before a camera lens
focused to capture pale features

her long dark ringlets cascade
in a wild mane over her shoulders
her sad expression as though
she knows her days are numbered

encumbered with a disease
which stole her breathing
sent her on a journey of no return
robbing her four brothers of a sister

the child is sixteen has barely lived
a portrait at the behest of parents
ensures she is dressed in her best
buttoned and covered to the throat

i hold her in warm hands
over a century since her demise
her eyes colder with the years
gathering the dust of bygone tears





© 2023 Chris Shaw


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Without the photograph, your words describe this fate and make the heart fall. There is nothing worse or nothing more glorious than the courage of a fated soul pressing on and on. Words to live and words to fight with as the inevitable walks toward peace, for '"Death be not Proud" a Donne stab at death's power in the end...the "slave to kings who creates the wars" (paraphrasing)~ Wonderful write Chris~

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

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Nice... sharp... and to the point...

Good poem...

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you. Pleased you enjoyed the read.

Chris
The_Ancient_Rock

1 Year Ago

You are most welcome Chris.
There doesn't really seem to be any rhyme or rhythm to this poem, so I techniquelly wouldn't classify it as a poem. What it describes is rather heartbreaking though. It sure can hurt to lose a loved one, especially when they're still rather young. Don't you think?

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your visit and for sharing your thoughts. Always sad when the young are lost to illnes.. read more
A sad remembrance kindled by a photograph. So well written it, like the person themselves, has a short life in its few lines but lives on in the poetry just like the photo.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Soren. She is remembered still. I appreciate your thoughts.

Chris
Good evening, Chirs Shaw,
I like the saddening portrayal of a girl turned woman,
the slopes of her eyes, yeah,
I think it of a painting instead of a pictorial,
I think of her something of complete beauty, even if fallen,
an embrace that doesn't co-exist, great write! Dear,
---1809 Black Plague December

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you for sharing your thoughts. Have a lovely day.

Chris
dearest Chris... your dedication to your Sister reminds me of lovely Wisteria with shades of Lavender
that appear in the Wild and in Gardens. My Mother passed at age 58 and all she taught me about love and passion is shared in Poetry. Our loved ones do live on in our music and paintings in Words of Poetry.
Softly, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Hello dear Pat, first let me wish you the happiest of birthdays on our Saint George’s day, patron .. read more
Beautiful Work again Chris. The power of these old sepia Photographs to move us and magically transport us back to former days. The days of Empire, and before 2 World Wars nearly destroyed this 'sceptred Isle'. Fabulous ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Tony. You are so right. There is such a fascination in these old sepia photos. So much his.. read more
Hi there Chris,
Another really good poem to read before I finally get off the computer this evening...
reading and writing can be so addictive.
Anyway, I really enjoyed your words.
Looking at a old photo and writing about it is wonderful.
Your imagination is fabulous.
I could not decide if Winnie is a relative...or???
Either way... I really enjoyed the story...although quite sad.
Lisa

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Winnie, a great aunt who died at 17 of TB. Many thanks dear Lisa for your lovely review. Pleased you.. read more
Lisasview

1 Year Ago

I too had a Great Aunt Winnie, she was a twin...lived in Brighton...married, kids, etc...and, skinny.. read more

hey Chris, I found the perfect image in my own head when I closed my eyes of Winnie .. I imagine such an image must also surely exist outside my head .. captured safe and preserving her beauty .. oh' and baring more than just a passing resemblance of your good self perhaps .. a sad but life reflecting and well crafted memento I would place inside the frame somewhere behind her for to be found sometime in the distant future .. but then, that's just me ..

Neville


Posted 1 Year Ago


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Neville. Uncanny resemblance with Beth my granddaughter. Nothing like me. Very sad what ha.. read more
Dear Chris. Those ghostly photos can haunt us. You create life, history and a deadly sickness. Waiting for death. I wonder what you would want? Myself, I would want a good whiskey and be near the Lake Huron. Powerful and worthwhile poetry. Dear friend, you made the reader ponder many things.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Coyote. Waiting for death. Yes, she knew it was imminent. I have her letters to a Baptist.. read more
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

Waiting for death. Hard seconds dear Chris and you are welcome.

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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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