Braveheart

today i saw a daffodil
shivering in the winter chill
and though the sky was summer blue
the whistle of the wind blew cold
this golden flower stood its ground
refused to bend refused to bow
i swear i heard a whisper then

this will not be the end of me

i thought of you and how you fought
through days of illness troubled nights
i thought of all the love you give
and then my heart felt reassured
the clock is not about to stop
your inner strength has found my pen
determined you will fight to live

Reviews

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

The daffodil tiger lily they just have this beauty in this strength about them it just gives me memories of when I pick them as a child and it seems that a lot of wild flowers in terms of people in our lives are loving and they are fighters sounds a lot like my family. Beautiful and a heartfelt ink my friend thank you for sharing ❤️🤗

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Benita for sharing your thoughts. A lovely review and much appreciated. So good to see you back here. Have a lovely day my friend.

Chris

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

🤗❤️ nice to
Read your work
again my friend
And you're welcome.

[Andrew John]

Thomas here makes a very good point about the daffodil. I saw some strength there. Nice one, Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Andrew. Pleased you saw the strength in the beautiful daffodil battling against the fury of nature. A story of resilience. All the best to you.

Chris

[Tepo]

Superb writing
Resilience inner strength and very emotional
It's all been said about the subject matter
I really enjoyed the flow
Almost tuneful
And those middle lines jumped out at me
Loved the whispering wind

[Chris Shaw]

Your kind review warms me Tepo. Thank you so much for your visit and for sharing your thoughts. So pleased you enjoyed my efforts.

Chris

[Curly Grace]

This poem carries such gentle strength. The daffodil image is beautiful, and the way it becomes a reflection of someone you love feels very moving. The quiet resilience in these lines stays with you long after reading. A tender and hopeful tribute to courage in difficult times.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Curly Grace, thank you for leaving me such an encouraging review. Your visit is much appreciated. So pleased you enjoyed my words.

Chris

[Relic]

Hopefully you'll get this comment.

I remember we had blossoms growing on a large bush on the side of our yard. The last winter before the builders moved in, we had about 4 inches of snow and those blossoms were still out and blooming. Your poem reminded me of that and natures strength in adversity.

Great poem, Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for persevering Tim. Yes, the site is playing up again. Your kind review is much appreciated. All the best.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

Something beautiful and hopeful always stops the clock, even for a minute ; perseverance, strength breaks every barrier...this poem is so inspiring...and has depth to it... just loved every word...only you can scribe like this dear Chris....Hope you are weathering winter well; we are about to get a big snowstorm...
Warmly, B

[Chris Shaw]

Sorry for my late response Betty. I thank you for your kind review. Hope you and yours are keeping well. All the best to you.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

You are most welcome dear Chris
Now in sunny Florida seeing family
A little warmth good for the soul…
Warmly
B🌷🌷🌷

[Randall]

Chris, I would like to think the day you saw that little daffodil. It was a gift from God's hand to you, to renew your hope, your faith, your strength. I'm sure you will share that daffodil with the loved ones important to you.

Randall...

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Randall for your visit and sharing your thoughts. My apologies for the delay in my response. Your visit is much appreciated.

Chris

[Randall]

Chris, no problem with the delayed response. It was my pleasure reading your poem. It was a wonderful gift to the rest of us writers.

Randall...

[Michael Sun Bear]

The poem is meant to be hopeful but I find it sad. To me a flower speaks of the transience of life, the blooms after all last but a few days. The poem speaks of battling the mortality of life, a futile experience, death will take us at will. I know you have recently dealt with the illness of a loved one, I hope my comments do not seem disrespectful. At my age I often contemplate death, and I believe I am prepared to surrender.

[Vol]

Chris,
I agree, unless we leave a mark, we have not lived, and a pen was made for this very task... And I'm so glad, because caves are dark, and chiseling stone takes so very long... I remember one time there was a brilliant blue sky and I was driving into the sun when I came to an intersection and had to stop long enough to see some large daisy that had popped through the asphalt and stood proud, staring right into the face of Sol, arrogant in its delightful little delusion of grandeur.
Vol

[Chris Shaw]

Apologies Vol for this late response. I love what you have said about that daisy. Let her have her moment. Isn’t nature grand? Sending you best wishes.

Chris

[Vol]

Aw, Sweetheart, no need to apologize...thank you for taking a moment for me!

[Soren]

A metaphor of poetic beauty in a flower that is one of the first to raise through the ice and snow and bloom again. There is hope and determination in this poem Chris. A most lovely write in most poetic form. Well done.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Soren for your beautiful review. Your continual support is so much appreciated. Kind regards.

Chris

[Soren]

You are most welcome Chris