Cold Feet

Cold Feet

A Poem by Chris Shaw

oh the times I have contemplated
the picnic that never was

played it out in my imagination
felt the breeze tickling
my exposed toes in the heat
of summer sun
as we graced the green grass
of the Derbyshire dales

the invitation though was real
and I am sure if i had caught
the train as I planned to do
my cold feet would surely
have had an exquisite treat
on that blanket
as I feasted on you
and sipped chilled chablis

© 2024 Chris Shaw


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Chris - how many of us decry the missed opportunities life has afforded us? Getting older it's become a sad game, remembering many of the things I could or should have done. Thinking back to at least one time I could have changed my life forever. Yet? Would we, if we could?
Take care - Dave

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Many thanks Dave. I think we ponder, but I don’t tend to regret. Really appreciate your thoughts a.. read more
Dave

7 Months Ago

Chris - all is great thanks. I posted two short stories you might like.
Take care - Dave
Can be painful, mentally: having to think of something that will not, or may not, happen. In this case, didn't. More emotion from you. (Oh, and it's nice to read of Derbyshire dales; long time since I was there!)

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Thank you Andrew. One of the what ifs in life. We all have them. Some hurt more than others. I appre.. read more
A chance meeting never fulfilled. I've indeed had many of those and now play them out in my head, wondering how different things might be now had I followed my own 'picnic.' Funny how life tends to do that to us!

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Thank you Mari. I agree, it is strange how these situations can play on our minds years later. Pleas.. read more
What chances are lost to us in foggy trepidation? But we can't rush in where angels fear to trod unless we are proving ourselves fools. In this case your imagined tryst might prove better than reality or memory. It made its way into poetry, after all. I enjoyed the read. F.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Thank you Fabian. It made a poem and I am at least thankful for that. Many thank yous for stopping .. read more
an uncorked masterpiece of verse. you've got it all going on here. such a picnic - all the superlatives would not fit in the basket. i doubt those feet will stay cold when cork flies.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Many thanks Pete. Good to hear this poem meets with your approval. I appreciate you sharing your tho.. read more
Superb work Chris. Great use of the senses. Fantastic imagery.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Many thanks Thomas. Know your visits are appreciated.

Chris
This is such a wonderful write. really enjoyed this

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Bless you for your kindness June bug. So pleased you enjoyed your visit. Have a good Wednesday.
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Never be afraid to feast, we all have less time than we think.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

I find chocolate is more satisfying these days and thanks for the reminder about time running out:))
summer almost here Chris!!!!

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

It’s on its way. Can’t arrive soon enough. Thank you.

Chris
Ah, if you take all the what could've beens you could make a daisy chain and have a real party picnic. We'll I could anyway. 😀
But hey, what do I know. I'm sitting in my penguin onesie eating dessert of mint choc chip soft scoop ice cream from the tub in my panda onesie, because I spilled soup over my penguin onesie at lunch! 😀
This probably happened before everyone had a phone in their pocket, before constant messaging, I mean instant messaging even existed.
Now it's impossible to lose track of someone, unless of course you tell them where the body is buried in the hope of a lighter sentence.
Ahh, the gold old happy days. I miss them! 😀

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

You and your onesies :) Love that you mention daisy chains. Yep, I used to make them. I think my eye.. read more

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Chris Shaw
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Berkshire, United Kingdom



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