Moods

no doubt when red kites near home

alert me to their imposing presence

when their squeaky shrill whistles

resound through chilled country air

as they circle overhead in search of

juicy earthworms or dead prey

when i pine for Brixham harbour

as frost clings to the last of leaves

and thoughts scatter to the wind to

that raucous rattle of metal masts

from pristine yachts in neat rows

that dance to wild gusts wailing

to pings of rigging in varied keys

strange tones, medleys of madness

a cacophony of jarring sound from

marina's pontoons that ring in ears

a percussion of discord of all that

reminds me of ocean's fickle nature

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem about the sea and her beauty. Dear Chris, I love the sea too. Life seem more easy with the sea near. I enjoyed the description and you made me wish for a sea-day. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry. I did like.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Coyote, many thanks for stopping by with your thoughts. All good wishes.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Chris and you are welcome.

[h d e rushin]

wonderfully imaged filled as the moods of a human can be: perceptions, discovering, inclination, reasoning. An although moods are an attitude or spirit of pretense you made it substance-nectar; you brought it to life. beautifully written/ dana

[Chris Shaw]

Dana, thanking you for your encouraging review. Most appreciated. Keep safe and well.

Chris

[barleygirl]

I love the way your poem starts in one mood & meanders thru several other moods, just the way we do when we hear a bird call out in nature, then we begin to notice more & more, as if the bird call directed our attention to all the possibilities. You pack all your observations with details that tickle the senses (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Chris Shaw]

Love your thoughtful reviews Margie. Most appreciated. Take good care of you and your furries.

Chris

[Ted Kniffen]

There is something to sitting near a pier on a windy day and listening to masts clanging together. Something like nautical wind chimes ... a peaceful background noise that reminds us there is still a bit of teeth to the wind.

Lovely description Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

Thanking you Ted. Appreciate the encouragement. Have a good weekend.

Chris

[duff]

The ocean commanding winds and whipping flags. Exquisite poetry and wonderfully creative. Nature and her moods. Great work Chris!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you duff for such an encouraging review. Means alot.

Chris

[Weeping willow]

Wonderfully expressed as pictures paint across my mind,Can feel the wind within my mind as it blows across my face in this beautiful piece ;-]

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Weeping willow, your review is gratefully received. Take care my friend.

Chris

[Sean M. Addams]

Great job on this one. Love the dark tone and imagery in this. Overall I think this is a amazing piece.

[Chris Shaw]

That wonderful review has certainly lifted my spirits. Many thank yous Sean.

Chris

[Jimmy Yetts]

You're, obviously, quite familiar with the ocean and its watercraft.
Recreate both, most impressively.
Cannot tell you how thoroughly I enjoyed this lovely poetic overview.
Many thanks, poetess!

[Chris Shaw]

Really pleased you enjoyed this piece Jimmy. I did put more effort into it and it seems to havevpaid off. Thanks for your continued encouragement.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... when the Virus first appeared..
we had thunder and lightening night after night.
The seagulls were aware of our plight.
Now the skies are usually Moody with little sunshine...
just enough to pray for Grace. We visit Colonial Beach
on the Potomac and walk the sands of time where Alexandria Graham Bell 🔔 had his Summer Home. tenderly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Pat. We are living in challenging times. Good that you are able to get out and go for walks along Colonial Beach. Be sure to take good care. Sending you all good wishes from across the pond.

Chris

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

I love this poem for the sheer lovely contradiction that I read in your words, dear Chris. The raucous rattle of metal masts, wild gusts wailing, a cacophony of jarring sound, a percussion of discord and yet! How we love and adore the ocean with all its chaos and fickle nature! It's hypnotic, its wild and yet its so so soothing on our souls. For these very reasons, I adore this poem, my friend.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Ditzy, I am thrilled that you like this poem so much. Thank you for your visit. Always good to see my fav Kat, and more treats for you.......

Chris

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Each treat is appreciated soooo much my dear friend. Keep smiling that beautiful smile always. You're awesome! 💕

[Chris Shaw]

Aw Ditzy, you are the most adorable Kat. Have to say it quietly because Myron is sleeping on my bed and she will not be pleased to know that she has competition. We must have been thinking of one another at the sane time. I have just paid you a visit. Take care. You are the cleverest Kat I know. Treats for you again. Yes I am spoiling you........

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Now I know who brought this absolutely fab new chicken and tuna treat I munch away for lunch today! Its you, my best friend! Thanks for the lovely visit! And Hey Myron! Our Chris has a heart big enough for the two of us and many many more 💕 *Happy Hugs Chris*

[Chris Shaw]

Hugs to you too:)

[Kent Rawski]

This was very well worded in portrayal.I enjoyed the poetry but felt it ended as it was, but without resolve I guess that's nature this is really excellent I feel your best I've read

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Kent for that really encouraging review. So pleased you enjoyed the read. All good wishes.

Chris