The Colour of Void

The Colour of Void

A Poem by Chris Shaw

what is this void
that plagues me so
an empty ache
that won’t let go

with age comes loss
too many gone
i’ve lost the base notes
from my song

and yet what’s missing
builds in strength
in width in depth
and also length

in truth i guess
i grieve for me
that golden leaf fall
from my tree




© 2023 Chris Shaw


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You should interact with me more informally.

Awesome work by the way.

I wish more people would write about things like this.

It's dark at the end. No one can hide from it.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Your words about my writing are much appreciated. Thank you for stopping by.

Chris
Beautiful. Powerful work.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Thank you Thomas for your review. Appreciated.

Chris
Isn’t incredible how our minds remain youthful but the vessel that carries us is failing. Unless one is unlucky with dementia. Nice rhymes Chris, worked well. If only time would slow down so we can enjoy our lives more fully. No respect I tell you!😉
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Posted 1 Month Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Month Ago

Thanks Andrew. Yes, life travels at speed:) It needs to slow down. Have a good day.

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Chris,
Oh, man! The strength of my delusion that I remain the same is so powerful, that right there, smack in the face of my seventy-four years staring back at me from my mirror, I am still eighteen and in search of trouble. I found it more than once, let me tell you!
Now I'll just turn and walk away, kicking all these leaves out of my path as I go...
Vol

Posted 2 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Months Ago

You know, I wish I was delusional. I have long given up looking in mirrors to find that the hippie c.. read more
Vol

2 Months Ago

Chris...
Yu know! It is easy to be afraid when the losses are so great! All the most importa.. read more
Chris Shaw

2 Months Ago

Thank you Vol. Will try to find it. Have a good Christmas.
Great poem Chris, I loved the image of the base notes, and the golden leaf. Reading it made me feel the empty sadness that comes with loss.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Months Ago

Thank you dear Norma. I appreciate you. All good wishes.

Chris

I feel your pain. I keep trying to continue reading but the candle is short and flickering

Winston

Posted 2 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Months Ago

Thank you Winston. Your visits are very much appreciated.

Chris
It's funny isn't it we lose the base bass notes and probably a few of the highs too..
Stuck with a 24 hrs guitar 🎸 solo in the mids. I like the oriental attitude at 60 the Chinese horoscope has gone full cycle. A new life new interests. Not a loss just learning a new song

Posted 2 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Months Ago

Thank you for reading this poem and sharing your thoughts. I appreciate you.

Chris


Yet to many, I have no doubt whatsoever, you shall always be golden .. beautiful & so very well poemed .. Neville

Posted 2 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Months Ago

Your response is lovely Neville and I thank you kindly for it. Pleased you found beauty in these wor.. read more
Neville

2 Months Ago


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you Chris are now the base note in the lives of others, you haven't lost anything but gained more maturity ..

Posted 2 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Months Ago

What a beautiful response dear Stella. Thank you so much:)

Chris
I am afraid to grow old.

- me

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Months Ago

Happens to all of us who don’t die young:) The losses mount up but fortunately the younger living.. read more
Vol

2 Months Ago

Blackbird,
Hey, I'm already there, and it sure beats the alternative! Believe me, it only hur.. read more

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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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