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

[emmajoy]

Weymouth Bay.. had to read this.. not far from where I live. Holds a multitude of happenings in its glory days (even though more of a typical seaside town now) The gentle almost wistful way you've laid your words suggests a very special time for you. They rap around such a precious yet bewildering memory of what was but might have been.

[Chris Shaw]

Good morning emmajoy. So you live in Dorset? Have had quite a few holidays in that region. A lovely part of the world. Never stayed in the centre of Weymouth, it was about two miles round the bay. Holds some lovely memories though of family and friendships. Wrote this overlooking the bay and with the company of a pot of tea. Thank you for leaving a comment and have a beautiful day.

Chris

[emmajoy]

Yes, for my sinful pleasure or v.v am Dorset bred and proud of it! Hope you too have a beautiful day, Chris. .
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[peter Duggan]

Such a lovely gentle poem you have written Christine. Your painted images with your words are very beautiful. As for romance we never really know what is to come from it. All we can do is enjoy it in each moment. I enjoyed the read. my friend....peter

[Chris Shaw]

So kind of you to call Peter. Thank you so much and I'm pleased you enjoyed the read.

Chris

[SleeplessVolcano]

Beautiful words of what ifs and could have beens. The sea and the beach are such peaceful places to allow our minds to find traction again.

I'm precisely going to such a peaceful little place to recharge my batteries this summer.

Beautifully written.

ps....a matching picture might have been a perfect finishing touch :)

[Chris Shaw]

Something nice for you to look forward to, that peaceful little place later in the summer. Thank you so much for your view. I haven't mastered the photograph business yet. Will have to get my grandchildren to help (lol). Appreciate very much your kind comments.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such beautiful imagery to ask that question...does he remember me, like i remember him?
and maybe it shouldn't, but i believe it matters...that we make some kind of impression...and are remembered by those we have loved.

I think my last ex has no trace of me...i would imagine she never thinks of me once...but her traces are faint in my mind as well.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

I think deep down we all want to be remembered and even if it didn't work out, that there are memories worth salvaging. As for your ex, I would say without doubt she will on occasions remember you. That's the way the brain works. Triggers set in and before you know it the past rises from the sea-bed. And that's whether you like it or not. It's spontaneous. Thank you Jacob for your review and your thoughts.

[Rachel]

Beautiful poem. Very gentle and flowed nicely.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much for reading my poem rachel. I appreciate you calling.

Chris

[Ink]

I hope he does remember you and your prestine mind

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Ink. He does indeed. A friendship that survives across the distance.

[Ink]

:) that's wonderful

[Chris Shaw]

:)) .............

[Ms Paragon]

Beautiful use of imagery to convey your emotions!Nice work!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much Ms Paragon. Your review very much appreciated.

Chris

[Ms Paragon]

My pleasure!

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I like your excellent metaphor. When a good time is had its hard not to wonder if it will happen again. Distance always sucks.

[Chris Shaw]

How right you are. Distance sucks and this is now consigned to the memory bank. Thank you for your kind review.

Chris

[barleygirl]

Your message is so gracefully gentle & caressing our imaginations with vivid imagery! I love the way you describe the surroundings with so much creativity, followed by a wistful bit of wondering. Reminds me of how I would meet someone fun every summer, but then in the fall, we would go our separate ways with promises that become forgotten eventually *sigh!* Fondly, Margie

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Margie, now consigned to history, but remembered with affection. Your kind words always appreciated.

Chris