Wish List

(one from the archives and written after viewing a travel photograph)

A path divides a cemetery,

an avenue scraped clear of snow

lies silent in mid-winter's grip.

Black marble headstones icing-topped

are lonesome in the valley's dip

and silhouettes of naked trees

show slender as their limbs stretch high.

On guard and set to pluck each star,

a sparkler in the dark night sky.

Though all of this, a poet's bliss,

to stand and stare, drink in this sight,

the Northern Lights with turquoise hues,

roll through the heavens. Cobalt blues

and silken sheen of emerald greens

are riches calling to be seen.

A promise made before I die,

I'll see this vision in the sky.

Reviews

[Crowley]

...and so it appears you have..lol. Or how else could such beauty be written. I love your poets eye, especially when it comes to nature and wonder. Well I probably would like both of your eyes, but having not met, I will just stick with the poets eye that is always prominently on display. Love this!

[Chris Shaw]

Hi Crowley, seen previously in pics and on video, but it has to be seen in the flesh so to speak. That is a must. Pleased you like my poets eye :) Good to see you here.

Chris

[Ted Kniffen]

A lovely bit of writing, Chris. The peace of a nighttime cemetery rimed with frost with the eerie glow of the Northern Lights flickering overhead.
I have been fortunate enough to see the Lights...a truly amazing experience.

A good write, Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

I envy what you have seen Ted, but also look forward to the day when I can see it for myself. many thanks for your thoughts.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a bucket list wish of a poet...to drink in the northern lights....and the backdrop, a cemetery filled with others who hopefully saw before death conquered them.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

What a lovely thought Jacob. I feel sure those residents in the graves there would have seen the lights before they died. Thank you for your visit.

Chris