Here, Sit I

Here, Sit I

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(Another one from the Victorian Graveyard)

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i do not know you
yet i’m drawn to sit beside
this moss stained stone

here in shade where pine cones fall
drenched by April’s constant rain
here I sit where songbirds’ notes
sing mournful songs from
tiny throats

where bluebells gather at your feet
and ivy vines cling dampened ground
here beneath forget me nots
your buried bones reach out to me
i swear i heard a muffled cry
here I sit alone with thoughts

of why a child should breathe her last
of why a child from decades past
should touch my heart
an open grave
should kiss my cheek
as I walk by

© 2024 Chris Shaw


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That hits hard Chris! So tragic.

Posted 1 Day Ago


Chris - this was so sad ansd heart rending. I had a dear friend who lost a son in a tragic accident. It has got to be gut-wrenching to for parents to have to bury their children. I know it was for my friend.
Take care, Chris.

Posted 3 Days Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Day Ago

Thank you Dave. A visit to a Victorian cemetery makes you realize just how many children died. Illne.. read more
... I humbly confess, Chris, this one brought a tear.
You have a knack for writing your reader into a scene.
Bittersweet, beautiful :)

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you so much JDM. Your lovely review lifted me. So pleased you stopped by. All the best.
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Wow, that was sad Chris. Like a painting in shades of gray. Your words reach deep and prod us, saying, look, here lies innocence, silently forever.

Well crafted my friend.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you will. The graveyard was Victorian and reclaimed by nature. This child’s short life touc.. read more
This hits so many points with me. Timeless and melancholy but visual and heartful at the same time.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you so much Ken for your thoughts. Pleased the poem meant something to you. Have s good weeken.. read more
Beautiful imagery and tone of serenity.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Many thanks Thomas. I appreciate you.

Chris
"where bluebells gather at your feet
and ivy vines cling dampened ground
here beneath forget me nots
your buried bones reach out to me"

Dear Chris,
I'm awed at the sheer beauty of your description of the cemetery you were passing through....Your reader can feel the moist greenery, the flowers squashed in the damp mud, the haunting sounds of birds and the sense of loss, emptiness in the April rain. It must be so cold there...I can feel this walk past those lonely graves...

Some do reach out to us, touch us with a spiritual hand as we pass by. We feel connected, stop and wonder about them, the brief lives they lived and leave behind our thoughts of compassion.

I must add here that you took me back to my stroll through the Pere Lachaise Cemetery of Paris and it was exactly as you describe it and that's why this is a very special poem to me.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

So lovely to have you call again Divya and to hear this poem is special for you because of the memo.. read more
DIVYA

1 Week Ago

Loved this poem and you're so lucky to have such a beautiful place to visit and be filled with peace.. read more
hi chris, i am also becoming night timer, with busy day work, i am taking nap in evening, just stopped by to see whther you are having good sleep.

Posted 1 Week Ago


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Oh wow! this is definitely heart tugging. I can feel a heart break and tears.
Such a sad write. Nicely expressed though.

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you poetgurl. I appreciate your thoughtful review and your visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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I believe some of feel emotions and energies on a deeper level and sometimes I think echos of those energy lingers. I also think that we people depending on our life experiences are touched by things that may not affect others.

For me God creates us all differently and this moment pulled at your heart strings and made you think on a deeper level emotionally.

I could picture this scene in my mind as I read it. Greens of moss and grays of cement headstones stood out in my mind. Well done with wording and imagery

Posted 1 Week Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Week Ago

Thank you PB. I think you are right. I pick up energy and can feel emotions intensely. In graveyards.. read more
Poetic Beauty

1 Week Ago

You are welcome Chris and I hope you enjoy your weekend too

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Chris Shaw
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