Ghost Buster

This eerie silence will not last
as dawn brings milky smoke-like mist
to haunt our river, hide the view.
A host of ghosts are sweeping through.
Then moments later sol glows gold
the phantoms rise in upward lift.
Before my eyes the scene has changed,
the bank appears now clothed in green,
tall trees emerge to change the scene
and all bodes well, a clear new day.

Reviews

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And the new day emerges with the golden sol breaking free the morning mist. Yes, the smoky mist covering everything with its white clothing and the eerie silence perfectly describes a ghostly ambience but as soon as the golden rays embraces the earth they (ghosts:)) disappears as sun starts to reign the day. The living beings also starts their activity leaving the laziness ghost behind.

How effortlessly you portray the starting of a new day.... Awesome

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Sima for your endless encouragement. You are a gem dear friend.

Chris

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Aww... You are a gem too my dear friend!

[Shelley Warner]

I can see the mist rising on your river, a nice spooky description.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Shelley for stopping by. Appreciate your thoughts and your visit. All good wishes.

Chris

[Shelley Warner]

You're welcome Chris. Have a good day.

[Sami Khalil]

Another gem of a poem unfolding in light and eerie beauty. One must observe, enjoy and cherish the beauty all around even in imperfections.
Masterful Chris!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Sami for your thoughtful review. Pleased you enjoyed the read. All good wishes.

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome Chris.

[Fran Marie]

A second read and worth it
the sun always chases the
phantoms always and all's well
that ends well once again..nice

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Fran for returning. You are appreciated. Have a great day.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... Nature sweeps the cobwebs away...
as shades of lavender blue appear through the Sun's Rays.
Remembering my Mother and her tender smile... while
flowers grow like sweet hearts in the Snow of memories.
truly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pat, when the mists lift, we all see clearer. I am thinking of my father today and remember the fine beads of perspiration on his brow as he leaned over to kiss my cheek. I am pleased if my lines brought your mother closer. Our dearest do not fade away, in our heart and soul they stay. Sending love and thanks across the waves for the beauty of your response.

Chris.

[Patricia Wedel]

So lovely to share the beauty of words... almost five am Tuesday morning... may return to slumber until the Alarm goes off at eight am... Yesterday (between doctors appointments for Roger and myself, I visited St. Matthews thrift shop... Christmas things were half off. I bought a Music Box ... and unused brand new Glorious large Christmas Cards .. each painted with Santa in his Sleigh with all His Reindeer... it suited my
"fancy" in every way. The Music Box with "snow" in the Globe.. plays "Here Comes Santa Claus". But my favorite Scene is an Artist's depiction of the Manger Scene with just the Baby and some Animals.. a Donkey and a Lamb and a Rooster too.. all in Pastels with the sweetest Baby smiles.. a "prelude" to the Holidays of Peace and Goodwill to Men and Women in Afghanistan... we pray for their Souls to be spared. Amen... Pat

[Chris Shaw]

A music box and all things Christmassy. How lovely dear Pat. Yes our thoughts and prayers for the people of Afghanistan. Let them be safe.

[Dylan Macadham]

"A host of ghosts are sweeping through."
An inspired line, an inspired poem.
Daybreak on an English riverside.
I can see it, feel it, even taste it!
Thanks Chris,
Dylan :)

[Chris Shaw]

Love the river. Fortunate enough to spend time during the summer cruising up and downstream. Early mornings in summer can be magical. Thanks Dylan for checking this one out.

Chris

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

This poem can relyate to those coming out of the fog and come to terms to a trapgic event that happened.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Dale. Yes, your interpretation is very valid. Could be the lifting of depression. I appreciate you stopping by and leaving your thoughts.

Chris

[Eilis]

I like the way you've formatted this poem as well. It lends a feeling of free verse with the format, but you can feel the form in the lilt of reading. At the end I just had to go back and check myself and see which it was because it felt so natural. I always tend to absorb images first, and you've filled this to the brim.

The first line is excellent because I can actually feel that silence break as you move into the urgency of the images unfolding. It makes me think of someone dropping a rock on an icy pond and standing back to watch the ice shatter and the water explode upward.

Again, such beautiful, inviting descriptions. Ghosts can't hover for very long when the day sweeps in like this. A lovely word-painting you've shared with us, Chris. Rising before the sun pays off!

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Eilis your lovely review was most appreciated. Thank you so much. Pleased you enjoyed this read.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

A lovely read on a favourite subject of mine namely ghosts, mists, graveyards.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Andrew. We both share a love of spooky then? Graveyards really do it for me. I am quite happy wandering around in the company of who once was. Thank you and greetings from me.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

I love those old graveyards near old churches, with those monoliths all grey covered in moss and black cats sitting on stones in England.

[Chris Shaw]

Highgate Cemetery, you would love. Google it. Had to make an appointment to visit. Had shivers down my spine the whole time I was there. The ghosts were out to spook me :))

[Karmee]

I really enjoyed this write, especially the line of the ghosts sweeping through, such wonderful imagery

[Chris Shaw]

And a other visit Kit. You are spoiling me and I like it. Thank you.

Chris

[Karmee]

not a problem, I like reading other's writes

[Chris Shaw]

Very pleased to have you read my efforts. Thanks.