Room With A View

Room With A View

A Poem by Chris Shaw

You promised me a sunset,
a view of pastel hues.
Soft candied pinks and violets
between the gold and blues.
No finer gift was given
of shades both dark and light,
as dusk brings down its curtains
and day paves way for night.
I'm grateful for the giving,
my thoughts conveyed and spoken.
I wish we could have shared it,
these words a simple token.

© 2019 Chris Shaw


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Promises, promises... empty words without actions to back it up.

No finer gift was given
of shades both dark and light

I rely love that part.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Cowboy. Appreciate your response. Hope all is good in your world.

Chris
He either had a forked tongue or his fingers were crossed behind his back, room service was a joke, the restaurant was closed and it probably rained for a week
It happens!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Laughing at your response Dave. Hope you are having an OK day.

Chris
john l smith

5 Years Ago

It is a good day, Snow still covering the daffies but the sun is shining
Enjoy yours
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Good you have sunshine:) Nice day here today, dark now though.
Things, not done. More regret than the failures we attempted. Wonderful poetry shared dear Chris.
Coyote

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Many thanks Coyote. All good wishes.

Chris
Coyote Poetry

5 Years Ago

You are welcome dear Chris. I hope you are warm and cozy. I am very tire of Winter.
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

We have had warmer weather today and I have been working in the garden. A sure sign spring is on its.. read more
Yes indeedy Chris. Those bloody holiday brochures from the travel agent are so full of s**t, and there wasn't a pool either. :)
How many broken promises do we get in one lifetime? I don't know, but I do know all those broken pieces rattle when I walk. If I were ever so foolish to do something as indane as go for a jog, I would sound like an over excited castanets player on acid :)
I know! I'm sorry for such a mundane response that you've probably heard a hundred times before. I am just so unoriginal :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Don't talk to me about holiday brochures Lorry. You just reminded me of when our balcony opened on .. read more
oh yes, promises promises...looking towards the future with someone who claims a beautiful sunset and sunrise together...as we look out the window, alone.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

That quite often happens in life Jacob. Thank you

Chris
The waiting, while the hours race and another day comes to its end ....all those pages in the book of memories with words of token written are reminders of broken promises! You really know how to paint emotions in beautiful colors, chris.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Many thank yous Mrudula for your review. Always a delight to see you visit.

Chris
false promises of enjoying beautifuls sunsets together, romantic and inviting, but then his absence takes away any pleasure found :(

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Yes, the beautiful view Stella is always better shared. Many thanks.

Chris
This started off for me in a romantic tone until the final two lines which made it feel more of a lament for something lost. Filled with pathos.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Definitely a disappointment being felt here John. Thank you so much.

Chris

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

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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..

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