Shades Of Bland

smokey grey bleeds into a grim day

far away a horizon line defined

by a deeper shade of sea

no silver ribbons gleam on breakers

not a streak of colour in sight

of sea water's wall

sail boats skim surface as mist

rolls in on a sudden whim, in ghostly

eerie trails

encroaching with its flimsy flying

wedding veils, eyes ever searching

pockets form, swirling twirling

in she glides at pace as though in a

race, no ferries will chase today's

white crested waves

insipid neutral shades of dull

hulls and sterns of boats obscured

by hazy creep

yet there's comfort in grey moments

confined to slate grey dreams

claustrophobia wrapped in a wool

Reviews

[Colacat]

A poem that captures those gray days perfectly! I actually love the storms and get bored with the sun so I can image it happening the other way around, if you live in such different areas. I love the descriptive words, and just the whole poem paints the picture of a cloudy sky above an calm ocean.

[Christine Anne Shaw]

Dear Colacat, thank you so much for your encouraging review. Your visit is appreciated.

read moreDear Colacat, thank you so much for your encouraging review. Your visit is appreciated.

Chris

[barleygirl]

One of the best "shades-of-gray" poems ever written to show the sea on a bland day! It's pretty startling when a day is so utterly without color & you've captured that devastating look with intensity. I love how your imagery is so lively & imaginative, almost as if to juxtapose the dull dreary scene by painting it in a dynamic way (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Christine Anne Shaw]

Thank you for dropping by and leaving such a great review Margie. All the best to you :)

read moreThank you for dropping by and leaving such a great review Margie. All the best to you :)

Chris

[Valentine Okolo]

I like the way you choose words. You are like a jeweller, picking the right trinkets to make a beautiful necklace. For you, there are more to words. You love the way they feel, sound and taste.

Your words flow effortlessly like the water currents at sea. The motions of this poem reminds me of the poetry of, Goerge Mackay Brown. He had a love for the roll and rock of water upon waves.

I completely enjoyed this piece. This is poetry so beautifully expressed. Chris, your craftsmanship is simply superb!

[Christine Anne Shaw]

Thank you for this super review Valentine. I must look that poet up. Not one I am familiar with. I really appreciate you checking in here.

Chris

[Valentine Okolo]

You are so much welcome, Chris.

[Neville]

I have always believed we should embrace more and rejoice in those middle of the road grey days .. they occur far more often than the really great days, which are quite rare .. and conversely the really awful ones, which I hope are even rarer .... and so in that respect, there should be a lot more celebrations in the offing ..

[Christine Anne Shaw]

Grey days are OK with me as well. Makes you appreciate the sunny good days far more. Many thank your Neville.

[Neville]

............ more than welcome ..

[Relic]

Those grey days are somewhat like sad songs. But we often love to hear them.

[Christine Anne Shaw]

Thank you Tim. All part of the overall picture. Have a great day.

Chris

[Dave Brown]

I am relating this to autumn's grey days which I actually find comforting
Not yet the cold harsh winds of winter's weather, no more worries about excess heat, and forest fire worries and even the grey days have leaves of many colors
Happy dreams

[Christine Anne Shaw]

Thank you Dave. Grey is good in my book too.

Chris

[Storm]

You describe the in between so elegantly. So many times we describe the darkness or the light. Here I find myself inspired to take joy in the moments where things are just simply there. I love your descriptive choices in words. You paint a vivid picture of gray. Thank you for sharing. Best wishes to you.

[Christine Anne Shaw]

Your visit and kind words Storm are very much appreciated. Thank you.

Chris

[Ang-X]

yet there's comfort in grey moments
confined to slate grey dreams
claustrophobia wrapped in a wool

Love this stanza for the grey moments in which we live, cause we all live in that period now days. Every second that passes us by is a grey moment.
Claustrophobia wrapped in wool, could either be referred to be soft or hard in this world.

This is amazing Chris...
much enjoyed this intriguing write

[Christine Anne Shaw]

You are most kind ANG-X, leaving me such an encouraging review. Much appreciated.

Chris

[Dreamer Sima]

Grey horizon and the deep sea... A silhoutte depicted wonderfully. Another sea loving poem with cloud at the backdrop... So nice to read

[Christine Anne Shaw]

Thank you Sima, pleased you enjoyed this seascape. All good wishes dear poet.

Chris

[Dreamer Sima]

Always my pleasure:)..

[darshu]

The poem is really good.. Sorry I am new on this page so it is quiet difficult for me to understand but your writing is so nice.. Please guide me.. I posted my first few words

[Christine Anne Shaw]

Thank you darshu for your visit. You are most welcome.

Chris

[duff]

I love the grey days. Sunny days are cool but i prefer the overcast moody ones. A fireplace and a drink. A pen among other things to entertain ones self. A big window and waves crashing. Perfect. Nice work.

[Christine Anne Shaw]

Thank you duff. I love all moods of the sea. No two days are ever the same. All good wishes.

Chris