Potential

Potential

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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It’s been a while ….

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on return from that giddy cliff edge
with its fine views of Thatchers rock
where moody sea surrounds its lonely
unreachable vegetation
where my mother’s ashes
may or may not embrace
where my toes can’t tread

the wet grassy green slopes
presented me with a fine pine cone
stumbled it did upon my walking shoes
to pause me in my tracks
while my mind wandered upwards
and reassuringly skywards

it accompanied me home
two hundred miles across five counties
of traffic jam travel
where forgotten it hid upon
a cramped shelf in the greenhouse
through cold winter days
and colder darker nights

come spring the increase in warmth
allowed the seeds to tumble forth
tiny winged seeds of possibilities
which germinated in smiles
a miniature forest grows in a clay
pot along with the mother cone

a baker’s dozen on show
thirteen petite pine trees
with the potential to grow into
wonderful skyscrapers
how thrilled i am at what may become
my greatest garden achievement


© 2025 Chris Shaw


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Do you know what .. you just made this old fella feel like he was with you all the way .. watching like a fly on the wall .. I know for a fact this was a very personal post but that's how it made me feel .. Some poetry does that to one don't you think our Chris .. Neville 💜

Posted 3 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

3 Months Ago

If you’d have been with me you would have had a very steep climb back up to the car. Thank you for.. read more
And I believe that pine cone was put in your path by your loved ones. You must have a green thumb, Chris. If I had that pine cone, not one of the petite pine trees would appear. A poem that shows you have good memories of your mom. I liked it a lot. Lydi**

Posted 4 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

3 Months Ago

Thank you for your beautiful thoughts Lydi**. So sorry for this late response. I haven’t been able.. read more
Lydia Shutter

3 Months Ago

I wish the same for you, Chris. This is the first time I have been able to access WC in weeks.
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I love poems that discuss life and death as somewhat circular, and I think this poem does. From your mother's ashes in the unreachable vegetation below you to the miniature forest surrounding the 'mother cone'. Like the cone stumbling onto your feet (very sweet personification btw) was a way of your mother saying 'Hello, I'm with you.'
Thank you for sharing, great read!

Posted 4 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

4 Months Ago

Thank you for your lovely review. I did indeed feel my mum’s presence and I too thought she had co.. read more
Really enjoyed this journey that you took us on here Chris...:)

It reads like a mini-story and is uplifting and peaceful at the same time...

2 hundred miles across 5 counties.....then spring germinated the seed...a garden achievement indeed.

Feel free to stop by and check out one of my poems.
BB73

Posted 4 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

4 Months Ago

Thank you so much BB73. Pleased you found positivity in my story poem. My little pine trees grown fr.. read more
alexAlexander

4 Months Ago

You are so gracious. Thanks.
Excellent writing friend. Loved it.

Posted 4 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

4 Months Ago

Thank you Arundass. Have a happy Monday.

Chris
Great read. I enjoyed the line, With the potential to grow into wonderful skyscrapers, how thrilled I am at what may become my greatest garden achievement.
And so it is with all potential. What may become?

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

4 Months Ago

Your response is very much appreciated. Thank you so much for stopping by. Have a lovely Monday. read more
alexAlexander

4 Months Ago

You are so gracious, thanks.
What a lovely poem, Chris. There is whimsy and joy in the words used to express the wonders of walking through nature and finding the excitement of spreading it beyond where it was first seen. I love gardening, flowers and vegetables, but your story has raised the "Potential" for sprouting some trees. A silly suggestion: perhaps take a photo of these younglings and post it in your photos in your profile??

Anyway, Chris, thank you for sharing this poem, it was a joy to read.

Curt

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

4 Months Ago

Thank you so much for your lovely response Curt. I have taken photographs, but my iPhone is not very.. read more
See what happens when you rescue a living spirit, no matter its being, shape or source. Wonderful, Chris, truly, truly wonderful.

'on return from that giddy cliff edge
with its fine views of Thatchers rock
where moody sea surrounds its lonely
unreachable vegetation
where my mother’s ashes
may or may not embrace
where my toes can’t tread'

life goes on in the strangest, magical or - spiritual way..

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

4 Months Ago

Thank you Em for sharing your thoughts. Pleased you found value in my words. My little pine trees ar.. read more
emmajoygreen

4 Months Ago

I've had a super sweet Monday, thank you, Chris. Caro, my much loved niece is visiting and we've t.. read more
what a delightful story, Chris ... collecting pine cones is somewhat irresistable to me .. Norma and I had six or seven that hung around the cabin ... i decided not to pack them for my new home on the prairie ... time to start over .. i especially love the weave of remeniscence of your Ma and scattering her ashes ... the new seeds from the cone when Spring came ... makes me feel .... very pleasant to read this poem
E.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

4 Months Ago

Hello Mr E. Thank you for sharing precious memories of Norma. I do hope you will be happy in your n.. read more
Einstein Noodle

4 Months Ago

Tremendous. You bring this to life.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

4 Months Ago

Thank you Thomas for your kind review. Have a good day.

Chris

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Added on June 14, 2025
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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..