Shades Of Bland

smokey grey bleeds into a grim day

far away a horizon line defined

by a deeper shade of sea

no silver ribbons gleam on breakers

not a streak of colour in sight

of sea water's wall

sail boats skim surface as mist

rolls in on a sudden whim, in ghostly

eerie trails

encroaching with its flimsy flying

wedding veils, eyes ever searching

pockets form, swirling twirling

in she glides at pace as though in a

race, no ferries will chase today's

white crested waves

insipid neutral shades of dull

hulls and sterns of boats obscured

by hazy creep

yet there's comfort in grey moments

confined to slate grey dreams

claustrophobia wrapped in a wool

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Grey was my adolescent self's colour of choice. It was comforting to me beyond the imagination of those that saw drabness and gloom, on on end of the spectrum, and sartorial dignity on the other. But the real revelation is that is also brought on a familiar claustrophobia. Quite a profound line of thinking along the lines of this poem. Thanks for sharing, Chris. 　

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks for your thoughts here Frederick. Like you I too found comfort in the greys and still do on occasions. Pleased you stopped by. All good wishes.

Chris

[Valentine Okolo]

I like the way you choose words. You are like a jeweller, picking the right trinkets to make a beautiful necklace. For you, there are more to words. You love the way they feel, sound and taste.

Your words flow effortlessly like the water currents at sea. The motions of this poem reminds me of the poetry of, Goerge Mackay Brown. He had a love for the roll and rock of water upon waves.

I completely enjoyed this piece. This is poetry so beautifully expressed. Chris, your craftsmanship is simply superb!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for this super review Valentine. I must look that poet up. Not one I am familiar with. I really appreciate you checking in here.

Chris

[Valentine Okolo]

You are so much welcome, Chris.

[Relic]

Those grey days are somewhat like sad songs. But we often love to hear them.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Tim. All part of the overall picture. Have a great day.

Chris

[Dave Brown]

I am relating this to autumn's grey days which I actually find comforting
Not yet the cold harsh winds of winter's weather, no more worries about excess heat, and forest fire worries and even the grey days have leaves of many colors
Happy dreams

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Dave. Grey is good in my book too.

Chris

[Storm]

You describe the in between so elegantly. So many times we describe the darkness or the light. Here I find myself inspired to take joy in the moments where things are just simply there. I love your descriptive choices in words. You paint a vivid picture of gray. Thank you for sharing. Best wishes to you.

[Chris Shaw]

Your visit and kind words Storm are very much appreciated. Thank you.

Chris

[poetgurl]

yet there's comfort in grey moments
confined to slate grey dreams
claustrophobia wrapped in a wool

Love this stanza for the grey moments in which we live, cause we all live in that period now days. Every second that passes us by is a grey moment.
Claustrophobia wrapped in wool, could either be referred to be soft or hard in this world.

This is amazing Chris...
much enjoyed this intriguing write

[Chris Shaw]

You are most kind ANG-X, leaving me such an encouraging review. Much appreciated.

Chris

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Grey horizon and the deep sea... A silhoutte depicted wonderfully. Another sea loving poem with cloud at the backdrop... So nice to read

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Sima, pleased you enjoyed this seascape. All good wishes dear poet.

Chris

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Always my pleasure:)..

[darshu]

The poem is really good.. Sorry I am new on this page so it is quiet difficult for me to understand but your writing is so nice.. Please guide me.. I posted my first few words

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you darshu for your visit. You are most welcome.

Chris

[duff]

I love the grey days. Sunny days are cool but i prefer the overcast moody ones. A fireplace and a drink. A pen among other things to entertain ones self. A big window and waves crashing. Perfect. Nice work.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you duff. I love all moods of the sea. No two days are ever the same. All good wishes.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris... we spent a lot of time by the Ocean when we visited family in Delaware...
the mist and fog ... the sunny warm days...
Once, when we crossed Bay Bridge from Maryland, there was lightening from both sides... the three miles across ..It was a Miracle to not be hit... Grey and foggy stormy days are foreboding. You have described the melancholy
of the mighty movements of the Waves. gently, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Never two days the same beside the ocean Pat. She has so very many moods. Calm as a mouse or as ferocious as a raging lioness. And she can breathe that mist all over us, so we can't see her at all. Thank you for sharing dear Pat. Take good care.

Chris.