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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as we grow older there are those times when we forget we are....when something breathes new life into us...diverts our attention long enough to make us teenagers again...even if just for a moment.
j.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

How wonderful when that happens. I like your thoughts here J. Thank you.

Chris
what a wonderful poem showing how nature is freedom

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you Dale for your warm words. All the best.

Chris
Vividly imaged, excellently written

Lovely read

With love

Matthew

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you Matthew for such an encouraging review.

Peace and love.

Ch.. read more
The fallen colours as waves splash with interpolation...
every emotion goes out to Sea... as the breeze carries
the music to another shore... gently, Pat

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you dear Pat. The marina lakes are such an inspiration. Hope your weekend has been peaceful. I.. read more

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..

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