Serenity

Serenity

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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More river musings from afloat

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South westerly blows welcome breeze
to soothe all willow trees who bake
in August's scorching oven heat.

Across lake's blue I see them sway,
their leafy tease in quiet speak,
on deck I rest my soul replete.

As rippled waters hold a race
of little feathered boats that float
along with algae island's green.

No other place I'd rather be
umbrella shades me from the sun,
content am I till day is done.

When sunset steals the last of light,
when darkness brings the curtain down
and all the wild fowl say goodnight.

© 2019 Chris Shaw


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Ahh, better than lying on a sandy beach any day, especially if you wear suntan oil and the wind changes, turning you into a doughnut.
This had to be a lazy Sunday, floating the aches of the week away and readying you for another Monday.
Just don't float too far away Chris.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Lorry. It was indeed a Sunday, a very hot one as well and not a grain of sand in sight. Go.. read more
Lorry

5 Years Ago

Afternoon 😀
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Yep, it's afternoon now, have a happy one :)



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To my ears the cadence is reminiscent of Puritan poetry from the 17th c. Like Anne Bradstreet - she wrote about her family, her home in simple language creating a peaceful (serene) mood.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Laz K for your welcome visit and thoughtful review. Most appreciated.

Chri.. read more
Such a beautiful written piece, love willows and your words paint a lovely scene ;-] Peaceful.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Weeping willow for your wonderful review.

Chris
this made me feel content, and i am not even on the boat...and willows...we used to have a big one in our back yard back in Lockport...and even on the hottest days, just looking at it made us feel cooler.
love your last stanza...nice personification...
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Pleased my words gave you a feeling of contentmen and reminded you of your own willow back in your p.. read more
such a wonderful serene write here, this is really good Christine.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Kesch, your thought are most appreciated and welcome.

Chris
Indeed a serene feel to your celebrated description of this wonderful vista as you float gently upon the river. As always your nature writes are filled with vivid voice and enthusiasm.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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John Alexander McFadyen

5 Years Ago

Almost read the title as senility! lol
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Many thanks John for your visit. Just checked the title to make sure I didn't slip up :) Lazy Sunday.. read more
Ahh, better than lying on a sandy beach any day, especially if you wear suntan oil and the wind changes, turning you into a doughnut.
This had to be a lazy Sunday, floating the aches of the week away and readying you for another Monday.
Just don't float too far away Chris.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Thank you Lorry. It was indeed a Sunday, a very hot one as well and not a grain of sand in sight. Go.. read more
Lorry

5 Years Ago

Afternoon 😀
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Yep, it's afternoon now, have a happy one :)

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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