A Pitcher of Golden

( for the grieving)

the sun bursts through the window glass
and pours out molten gold
and for a moment i am lost
in treasures from the long gone past
a pitcher full of memories held
i dallied there drenched in their spell
i drifted in and drifted out
i held them close then let them go
they hesitated turned and smiled
i told them that i loved them so
before i settled back to sleep
but not before i wept a tear
for all my golden yesteryears

Reviews

[red93]

Fabulous Chris, how you show the emotional reality, without sentimentality or mawkishness. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Tony, your thoughts are much valued and appreciated.

Chris

[Michael Sun Bear]

Sometimes I feel I have nothing but memories which made your poem so personal for me. You labeled this “for the grieving .” I feel that all right. You have some lovely lines; I particularly like “they hesitated turned and smiled.” Thanks Chris for yet another offering of your craft. It’s always a pleasure.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Michael. Yes for me it was smiling and waving at my dearly departed, but then letting them go again. You learn to live with grief. So pleased you found merit in my words. Thankful for your continued support with my writing efforts. Have a good Thursday.

Chris

Chris

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Absolutely beautiful Chris one of your best !

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Julie, pleased you liked my poem.

Chris

[Buddhistboy73]

A heartfelt reflective poem here Chris.

Golden memories from the past, which capture your emotions...

I held them close then let them go
they hesitated turned and smiled
I told them that I loved them so

Thanks for sharing this emotive piece

BB73

[Chris Shaw]

Yes, it’s emotive but just as it happened. Thank you BB73 for sharing your thoughts. Much appreciated.

Chris

[Pete]

brings me a sad smile. so heartfelt. thanks for pouring out a glass from that pitcher. pleasant memories are indeed golden. your opening line set the tone and your ending line sealed it for eternity. bravo.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Pete for your lovely review. Have a good Wednesday.

Chris

[Amy R]

What a poem, made me remember my deceased family that meant so much,
Time goes by, but they are never forgotten. Thanks for sharing this golden pitcher,. :')Was worth the read
~Amy

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Amy, thank you for your kind words. So pleased your visit was worthwhile. Have a lovely day. read moreDear Amy, thank you for your kind words. So pleased your visit was worthwhile. Have a lovely day.

Chris

[Amy R]

You're welcome. And thanks my day was lovely indeed.🙏🏻😊

[John Sullivan]

I'm... getting older. Old enough to feel it some mornings. I'm fortunate to be in OK health... but I'm starting to become aware of the truth of... that not always probably going to be the case. Mortality is starting to feel selfishly painfully real, and the weight of memories is real. If I'm lucky, I've got a few good decades left to make memories, but I'm at the halfway point by any metric. Good years wasted, good years savored... so many good years, and so few. But anyways, nicely done. I understand what it means to grieve, here, and what, as much as one of my years can. Always write, Chris. It is our gift to the world, a little Creation every day in a world spinning down the drain of destruction.

[Chris Shaw]

Poetry has always been a therapy of sorts to me. There have been many losses of family and friends, I don’t forget them, but my focus is on the living. Thank you John.

Chris

[John Sullivan]

We've lost quite a few too, and unfortunately I learned about an old acquaintance of mine last week, who might not be much longer with us. She's... turning venomous, sarcastic. I don't know what to do about that, or say. I'm just gonna try to be there for her how I can. It all gets real, sure enough. But anyways. Your words are a gift to us all.

[Chris Shaw]

If my words are considered a gift, that makes me happy.

[Soren]

As transient as golden light through a window yet as warm memories come and go. A lovely poem Chris that warms the soul set in such wonderful imagery

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Soren for your encouraging words. Much appreciated.

Chris

[Soren]

You are most welcome Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Wow, you are so good, Chris.
I imagined my pitcher of memories standing on the table right next to yours.

Do we get refills?

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear j. Memories of my dearly departed, yours are welcome too on the same table. Refills, yes, they will return from time to time to greet the living.

Chris

[Thomas W Case]

Warm and wistful—memory glows bright, then slips through your fingers.
The closing ache hits soft but deep, grief wrapped in golden light.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Thomas. Your thoughts greatly appreciated.

Chris