Grey Day Whispers

Grey Day Whispers

A Poem by Chris Shaw

cloudy mornings offer comfort
cosy like a shawl warms shoulders
while the regal swans are swimming
gone the minutes i grow older
let me saunter where I wish to
freedom is a precious gift

away from all the ties of living
here i breathe in fresh air crispness
drear the rippled surface misty
ghosts come calling drifting nearer
veils like trails that swirl and sashay
out they are to spook my day

leave me be i am not ready
mellow autumn yellow ochres
round the margins sit a necklace
on the edge of cold grey waters
little boats of many colours
fallen leaves from weary trees



© 2023 Chris Shaw


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Dear Chris,

The clouds make us appreciate the sunshine even better. One is blessed to breathe in the fresh, free air. I loved the ethereal imagery used throughout the poem. And yes, we're not ready to join those loving ghosts, yet. There's so much more to accomplish yet. But its a comfort knowing they wait....I loved this poem.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you dear Divya. The ghosts always call this time of year. A pre Christmas visit:) So pleased y.. read more
DIVYA

5 Months Ago

I always enjoy your poetry so much. You're most welcome, my friend



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sublime, enchanting and wistful .. strong metaphor as we all get a little older .. feeling the pull of Winter's sleep just around the corner. i was walking right with your speaker ... especially enjoyed when we got to
"mellow autumn yellow ochres
round the margins sit a necklace
on the edge of cold grey waters"
mighty fine poetry says i! love and peace
E.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you for a lovely review Mr E. Lovely to see you. Best wishes for the holiday season.
Amazing imagery in your write, enjoyable read.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Many thanks June bug for stopping by. Much appreciated.
Brilliant Chris. The meter read out perfectly like a bouncy little song that brightens the day. Although it doesn't appear to have a rhyme scheme on first look, it certainyl pops out when read aloud.

Loved it.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you Ted for all that encouragement. Much appreciated.
Beautiful imagery! You've perfectly captured a fall morning--I felt the air and saw the colors!

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you so much for your kind review. Pleased you stopped by to share your thoughts. Have a happy .. read more
ghosts come calling drifting nearer
Beautiful line from you as if a cinematic frame. Excellent poem. Loved it

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you Arundass, pleased you enjoyed reading this poem. All the best.

Chris


i think this could easily be one of your recent bests in my opinion .. however i note the almost complete absence of capitols & am intrigued by the style you have adopted here .. seasonal all good things, neville

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Many thanks Neville for that lovely encouraging comment. I rarely use punctuation these days and I w.. read more
Neville

5 Months Ago


well I neva but you are most welcome regardless.

Neville
As the days shorten so does the value of freedom lengthen. This is deeply moving, Chris. Thanks 🙏🏻
Freds.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

A perfect review Freds. Thank you so much.

Chris
there's just something contemplative about grey days. a time to reflect whilst we wait for the sun to shine again. everything has its purpose. great poetry, much enjoyed chris ... :)

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

I find grey days quite restful Pete. A chance to think. Many thanks for stopping by. Hope all is goo.. read more
I love your soft, flowing words, and the need to be free and not told what to do next…. We all need this, certainly as we age….and the ghosts who come calling ….” Leave me be, I’m not ready “; “ freedom is a precious gift”…..sometimes a cloudy morning offers a certain comfort, especially with a warm shawl covering your shoulders…. You paint a canvas of freedom
Warmly, B

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you dear Betty. I am a person who needs to have her own space. A little bit of freedom goes a .. read more
Betty Hermelee

5 Months Ago

You're very welcome dear Chris. Have a wonderful weekend!
Warmly, B
Nicely done as usual
When we were first married, i painted a picture of my wife feeding ducks and a few beautiful swans
I may be wrong but I don't think we have seen another swan ever since
Such beautiful birds

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thanks Dave. They are magnificent creatures and I am fortunate enough to see them most days. How rom.. read more
Dave Brown

5 Months Ago

🦋🦋🦋 🦋

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