Ghost Buster

Ghost Buster

A Poem by Chris Shaw

This eerie silence will not last
as dawn brings milky smoke-like mist
to haunt our river, hide the view.
A host of ghosts are sweeping through.
Then moments later sol glows gold
the phantoms rise in upward lift.
Before my eyes the scene has changed,
the bank appears now clothed in green,
tall trees emerge to change the scene
and all bodes well, a clear new day.

© 2019 Chris Shaw


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And the new day emerges with the golden sol breaking free the morning mist. Yes, the smoky mist covering everything with its white clothing and the eerie silence perfectly describes a ghostly ambience but as soon as the golden rays embraces the earth they (ghosts:)) disappears as sun starts to reign the day. The living beings also starts their activity leaving the laziness ghost behind.

How effortlessly you portray the starting of a new day.... Awesome

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you dear Sima for your endless encouragement. You are a gem dear friend.

Chris
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3 Years Ago

Aww... You are a gem too my dear friend!



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You are very good at finding isolated moments and elucidating their significance. This offering depicts a brief scene on a river at dawn, with rising mists making a brief, ghostlike appearance before the sun evaporates them, leaving a clearer view of that which they concealed. We can relish the delicate, zenlike
scene for what it is, or see it as a metaphor for physical life, ever changing, hiding another reality behind it. Very nicely done.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Many thank yous JTB for your thoughts.

Chris
Oh how just a few hours can change our perspective. Wonderfully wispy, haunting and yes, hopeful as the mists give way to blue skies!

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Cowley. Pleased you enjoyed. All the best.

Chris
You must be a morning person, Chris. getting up before sunrise is definitely a habit of the nature lovers.
The wonderful shift of light in moments that brightens our perception of surroundings is wreathed in your poem, it is breathtakingly beautiful. Thank You for always sharing your bewitching experiences of nature with us,

Posted 5 Years Ago


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jacob erin-cilberto

5 Years Ago

I second that emotion....a gift to all of us!
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

You are both special people and kindred spirits in poetry. I thank you, and treasure you.
Mrudula Rani

5 Years Ago

It is a privilege to be here with you two. I appreciate everything you write.
I like the start ..then the host of ghosts sweeping by line...a short poem where the sun and trees change the scene changes ever so
lovely..nice work

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Fran Marie. I appreciate you sharing your thoughts.

Chris
What a well written descriptive piece of darkness and the fears we meet, while knowing the sunrise will be. I like this work very much Christine

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Many thank yous for your kind review. Much appreciated.

Chris
I LOVE THIS! Great imagery . . . I was seeing the wispy apparitions so clearly! This reminds me of how the ocean fog comes over the high mountains & spills down the ridges above me. I never thought to equate the fog with ghosts, even tho I love ghost tales. Your word-painted scene is very much ALIVE! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Hello Margie, yes the ocean fog would create the same imagery. Wherever you have an expanse of water.. read more
barleygirl

5 Years Ago

Sounds great! Have fun!
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Many a morning started like this on our canoe trips in Northern Ontario. Grey rock...black water...mist swirling off the water...a warming fire and a hot cup of coffee to start the day...the mist rising slowly to reveal green forests...a moose and her calf grazing along the other bank.

Thanks taking me back, Chris.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Hello Ted, your canoe trips sound wonderful. Pleased to take you on a trip down nostalgia Lane. Have.. read more
Loved this, can't beat a misty morning down the river watching the ghosts sweep off to bed,

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Don'tcha just love those early morning mists gram? Many thanks for checking in.

Chris
I love this, so clever and illustrative.
Thanks for letting me read this this morning.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your visit. You are most welcome.

Chris

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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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