Thought Flight

(you can choose your friends, but you can't choose your... and thank goodness for metaphors.)

i want to go to Anstey's cove

though not when storm 

clouds gather grey

i want to go to Anstey's cove

to purge some memories

set them free

i can not go when waves are high

that rise in swell to crash the 

beach, instead i'll wait till

calm sets in so rollers

anger's out of reach

tis finer on a pink sky morn

when dawn glows layered lavender

when shadows slowly disappear

with kinder hopes for him and her

i'll put those thoughts in a

paper boat, then cast them out

to float at sea, without concern

for what comes next as long

as they're away from me

as long as they're away from me

to drift upon the open waves

where many other souls have found

a sea bed makes a perfect

grave

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Chris. The sea can take and remind us. Treat her as a friend. I enjoyed the poem. I love the sea and I am far away from both Atlantic and the Pacific. I liked the tale and the way you used the description. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry for the sea.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Coyote, the sea is a lady of moods, she can give and take. She can be a friend and a foe. I always like her best when she isn't spitting at me :)) So appreciate your response. have a great day.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Chris and you are welcome.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Nicely expressed poem. I could hear your voice through your written words very clearly.

"i'll put those thoughts in a
paper boat, then cast them out
to float at sea, without concern
for what comes next as long
as they're away from me" - fave stanza.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much Cyprian. Pleased you enjoyed the read and I appreciate your visit and comments.read moreThank you so much Cyprian. Pleased you enjoyed the read and I appreciate your visit and comments.

Chris

[Lorry]

I now have an image of you writing your worries and problems away, venting frustrations and origamiating them into paper boats to sail away into the distance, as you hit the throttle in the other direction in case they come back.
A sailboat is a more poetic mode of transport, but I chose to picture you throttling a jetski, weaving through choppy waters, laughing and smiling as you flip over waves, somersaulting your cares away.
I know this took a different path from your words, but once I thunk it, couldn't be unthunk 😀

[Chris Shaw]

You know Lorry you might have something about the jetski. That is so much faster. The paper sail boats are going to take an age aren't they? You've got me doing some pretty energetic things there. Flips and somersaults :)) Not just after me dinner Lorry. Need to let it digest first. Thanks for checking in.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"a perfect storm/ a perfect grave"
this is masterful...I cannot write like this...you have such intricate rhyme patterns...that
fit into each other like perfect swells.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Jacob, that is a lot of praise you are heaping on me and I thank you for it. We all have our own styles. I can't write like you my friend, nowhere near it.

Chris

[poetgurl (Plainly Meg)]

Wow, this is really good, awesome imagery

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Ang-X for checking in. Pleased that you enjoyed the imagery here. All good wishes.

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Sounds like you have my neighbours. I would love to put them in a paper boat and send them to a watery grave. But tis good advice to take that breath and let the storm calm before taking action. Nice well written piece as always Chris

[Chris Shaw]

Never act in anger John, that's how I try to be. Slip up once in a while. Best to keep level headed and sleep on things before deciding on an action plan. Pity you with your neighbours. I think I'd be inclined to give them a dose of their own meds. Turn your music up full volume. Many thank yous for checking this one out.

Chris