Sunset Cafe

Sunset Cafe

A Poem by Chris Shaw

A brisk breeze drives the crystalline,
while in the distance sail boats play
and sun spreads golden spangled light.

From high ground in a sheltered place,
I overlook white crested waves
which chase across the Weymouth bay.

By night, a full moon casts her spell,
fine threads of silver settle down
to glisten, silent on the sea.

Will he remember me next fall?
Will he recall, I was his all,
a rainbow in his Texan day?

Or like the tide that fickle turns
on footprints left behind in sand,
no trace of me, I'm washed away.

© 2018 Chris Shaw


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Such beautiful images but such a melancholic feeling by the thought of being washed away. The initial lines so poetic.
"A brisk breeze drives the crystalline,
while in the distance sail boats play
and sun spreads golden spangled light."
"By night, a full moon casts her spell,
fine threads of silver settle down
to glisten, silent on the sea."
Sheer beauty Chris.


Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much Soren for seeing the beauty of Weymouth bay in this very old poem. Years later the.. read more



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This is a beautiful poem that paints a vivid picture. I love the use of descriptive words!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Many thanks for your visit and your review on this older poem of mine. I appreciate your thoughts. <.. read more
The heart is so full of fickle waves and love seems like a rainbow fleeting in the sky. We wonder so much about where we stand with the special someone while the weather keeps ever changing in love's scape. Dear Chris, I love the superb metaphors of the things that happen in a human heart during the course of a romance, the golden sunshine, the crested waves, then the silence of the black glistening sea, the waves ebbing to just fine silver threads and the washed footprints in sand. This so truly akin to what transpires within! Absolutely brilliant! Kudos!

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Dear Divya, so pleased you graced this very old poem with your beautiful thoughts. I am pleased I g.. read more
AYVID N

1 Year Ago

It was a stunning poem, for me. It's the kind of poetry I love. You're most welcome dear Chris. 🙋.. read more
Such beautiful images but such a melancholic feeling by the thought of being washed away. The initial lines so poetic.
"A brisk breeze drives the crystalline,
while in the distance sail boats play
and sun spreads golden spangled light."
"By night, a full moon casts her spell,
fine threads of silver settle down
to glisten, silent on the sea."
Sheer beauty Chris.


Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much Soren for seeing the beauty of Weymouth bay in this very old poem. Years later the.. read more
I felt with all your beautiful descriptives I was there Chris

Watching the moonlit waves after a beautiful sunset sipping on a tea or indeed something more elegantly stronger

I’m sure he remembers you fondly Chris

Especially loved the last verse

Beautiful write !

Posted 1 Year Ago


Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Julie for your very kind review. I appreciate your thoughts and I do know he remembers me .. read more
Hi Chris,
It is so easy to imagine everything said in your poem...
this line came as a surprise..
a rainbow in his Texan day?
As we lived in the Austin area for 10 years...
really enjoyed this read...
Lisa, getting a bit better


Posted 1 Year Ago


Lisasview

1 Year Ago

That is the way I feel..
Bob and I feel that we have been here before...in some past life...a.. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

You know where your roots belong:) It is just a strong emotional pull.
Lisasview

1 Year Ago

Yes, that is for sure... we had never been here and within 2 weeks web the knew we belonged here.read more


take it from me our Chris, holiday romances neva work out .. beautifully scripted however and I think I have been there ......... several times in fact :)

Neville

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

So right Neville. A very old poem of mine out for a breath of spring air. Thank you always my friend.. read more
Neville

1 Year Ago


no sweat but then of course, you wouldn't .. you may tho blush & back at you my friend .. Ne.. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

………………..😊
in and out, there and gone like the tide. your images of nature offer comfort. a sad but telling write that stokes remembrance ... )

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Pete, such an old poem written many years ago. Felt it was due a dusting. I appreciate you.. read more
Just like this poem shows your memories have lasted, his did as well. I am sure of it. When younger each summer would be spent at the beach in New Jersey. So often you would meet someone on these summer getaways and never see them again after the summer was over. But those memories will always remain. Really nice Chris. This definitely brought back some memories to me and it is amazing.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

This is an old poem will. I would like to think the memories remain. Thank you for sharing your thou.. read more
Ah but if you were his rainbow surely he will always remember with a smile and a sigh! What a beautiful scene you painted with your words. I could see the moon dancing on the sea and hear the waves! I don't think any encounter such as the one you describe can be washed away. Who would want to? Wonderful, Chris. Lydi**

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Your review Lydi**is quite lovely. Thank you so much for your kind words. I appreciate you. Have a g.. read more
Invigorating to the memory, enchanting to the mind-scape scenery, reviving to romantic poetry.
A gem to be found, a pen to jot down.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Dear Sami, your review warms me. A very old poem out for a breath of spring air. Thank you so much. .. read more
Sami Khalil

1 Year Ago

No worries. No hurry. You are welcome regardless.

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