Sunset Cafe

A brisk breeze drives the crystalline,

while in the distance sail boats play

and sun spreads golden spangled light.

From high ground in a sheltered place,

I overlook white crested waves

which chase across the Weymouth bay.

By night, a full moon casts her spell,

fine threads of silver settle down

to glisten, silent on the sea.

Will he remember me next fall?

Will he recall, I was his all,

a rainbow in his Texan day?

Or like the tide that fickle turns

on footprints left behind in sand,

no trace of me, I'm washed away.

Reviews

[Soren]

Such beautiful images but such a melancholic feeling by the thought of being washed away. The initial lines so poetic.
"A brisk breeze drives the crystalline,
while in the distance sail boats play
and sun spreads golden spangled light."
"By night, a full moon casts her spell,
fine threads of silver settle down
to glisten, silent on the sea."
Sheer beauty Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much Soren for seeing the beauty of Weymouth bay in this very old poem. Years later there is no need for melancholy, it was needless. I appreciate you.

Chris

[Corset]

oh the uncertainty of love in an excruciatingly tight grip, the outcome uncertain, it leaves us to imagine as we will personally I'm in for a trist in the fall, ever the optimist :D

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Corset. Pleased you stopped by to leave your thoughts. May you never lose your optimism :) Happy New year poet.

Chris

[Corset]

Happy New year!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you :))

[red93]

Ooh Fabulosa Chris I love this Poem. Taking me back to the glorious Golden Summer of 1976, and a young lady named Elizabeth Ravenhill. Those Summer Nights at the Funfair. 150% this one :)

[Chris Shaw]

So pleased you got some nice memories from this one Tony. An old poem out for a spot of fresh air. Thanks a bunch forcstopping by and giving your seal of approval :)

Chris

[Throwing Romeo]

Living in a landlocked state after many years by the sea you have stimulated memories of sailing ..
Delightful imagery, like "footprints left behind"

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for sharing your thoughts. Pleased you stopped by. All the best.

Chris

[Lathen Griffiths]

I adore the coast, so the lovely imagery here brought to mind so many wonderful times and people, the last few lines, particularly ‘Or like the tide that fickle turns’ is such an important reminder of the impermanence and beauty of these moments, thank you Chris.


Lathe

[Chris Shaw]

Something so invigorating about the coast. We are fortunate in the UK to be an island, surrounded by water. I just love being an islander. Thank you Lathe for leaving a nice review. Happy Thursday.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris.. the Chimes of Time… can be heard in Poetry… we loved to be on the edge of Eternity…. Be blessed with a lovely New Tear and New Year.. gently, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Pat for your kindness and your lovely poetic responses. An old poem out for a breath of fresh air. Sending love across the waves.

Chris

[Patricia]

Oh those thoughts can keep a heart awake at night. Such a beautiful depiction of your memory, I am sure he remembers, you are too beautiful and kind to forget.

[Chris Shaw]

A lovely thoughtful review Patricia. You are so kind. Thank you for your positive visit. All the best to you.

Chris

[Patricia]

you're welcome and Happy New Year!

[Tina]

Quite a picture your words have painted, seems peaceful but the end seems melancholy.

[Chris Shaw]

Hello dear Tina. Long time no see. Hope all is good with you. Delighted you should check in. Happy new year to you.

Chris

[Tina]

Happy new year to you as well

[Relic]

I can picture someone seeing the beautiful scenery, appreciating it for what it is, but underneath the layers of thought there's always a little cloud that's lurking in the form of a question. The doubt lingers not unlike the waves that are a permanent part of the ocean.

Theres a lot in this one, Chris. Nice writing.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Tim for checking this one out and seeing the layers. An old poem out for a breath of fresh air.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

Fantastic imagery Chris and a heartfelt poem of lost love, hoping that he will remember you as you were. Very soft and passionate words, feelings about the sea, the full moon, the overlook with created waves, and of course, the big question in your mind. Lovely.
Best, B

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Betty. An old poem out for an airing. Your review a delight. All the best.
read moreThank you dear Betty. An old poem out for an airing. Your review a delight. All the best.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

I will!!! Happy New Year dear Chris!
B

[Ken Simm.]

A poem across the world. I love the Englishness of the first part and the subtle but layered change later. Excellent writing my friend.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Ken, you always leave me such positive reviews. I thank you so much. Happy new year to you. All the best for 2022.

Chris