Thought Flight

Thought Flight

A Poem by Christine Anne Shaw
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(you can choose your friends, but you can't choose your... and thank goodness for metaphors.)

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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

© 2020 Christine Anne Shaw


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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

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

Thank you Coyote, the sea is a lady of moods, she can give and take. She can be a friend and a foe. .. read more
Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

I agree dear Chris and you are welcome.


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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.

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

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

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

You know Lorry you might have something about the jetski. That is so much faster. The paper sail boa.. read more
"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.

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

Dear Jacob, that is a lot of praise you are heaping on me and I thank you for it. We all have our ow.. read more
Wow, this is really good, awesome imagery

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

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

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

Never act in anger John, that's how I try to be. Slip up once in a while. Best to keep level headed .. read more

How bloomin true .. one can choose their friends but ... I imagine that is a universal saying and of course, its true ...

I used to live in the village of Anstey many many years ago with an iron age fort at the bottom of me garden ... but that's a different story altogether ...

You have done a fine job of emphasising the value of good memories here Chris .. and hinted at those one might prefer to forget .. there is certainly a tangible sadness thread throughout methinks ...

Neville

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Neville

1 Month Ago


it is simply impossible to beat those chats over tea with ya Dad .. I miss them too ..
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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

Yes, those chats are needed sometimes far more than others. My Dad was always in my corner. I miss t.. read more
Neville

1 Month Ago


.... I imagine there will be many like us, who do
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

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

Thank you Coyote, the sea is a lady of moods, she can give and take. She can be a friend and a foe. .. read more
Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

I agree dear Chris and you are welcome.

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Christine Anne Shaw
Christine Anne Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Have been at Writerscafe for two years now, content to be in the company of like minded souls who love poetry. There are many talented poets on this forum. Have been reading poetry most of my life,.. more..

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