Images Altered

skyscape shows smokey greys

vistas awash in a sea of blandness

lights blend into darker hues

shades of insipid seen in between

craggy summits surrounded by

uninhabitable shapes of land mass

ridges rise tall standing proud

in their whispered beauty

ascending to a never ending story

yet the wind plays its soft music

it tickles edges with gentle breath

it stirs at hems of mist filled lakes

barely noticeable are altered states

so slowly does movement occur

mountain ranges become curves

height disappears, plateaus appear

as wind taps with its own baton and 

conducts a lively symphony

as pace quickens out scuttles

cloud revealing a clear cobalt sky

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris… today is Tuesday, March 28, 2023… and I am aware of a new medical diagnosis.. for myself.. I may have another Miracle; however, Poetry for Certain will see me through… as I spend my days in Spring and Summer… and then the Autumn warmth of Magenta and Gold… softly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pat, my thoughts are with you at a difficult time. I know for sure that poetry has been a good companion to me when times have been rough. Sending you all good wishes and prayers for miracles with a huge bouquet of spring daffodils. Winging their way across the pond.

Chris ❤️

[Patricia Wedel]

Awww… a 💕 lovely response … Spring is very healing… Roger and I both have challenges that need rest and good nutrition. Of course, fresh air with birdsong and flowers, as well as the Spring Rain is a blessing. Thank you for your Prayers… I expect a full recovery, but will not have a final answer until I heal from a second breast operation since 2007. It reminds me of being at the Seashore and building a Sand Castle as the Waves glisten and the Seagulls are Angels with soft feathers of recovery. Faith is a Fountain of Hope. softly, Pat

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I really love this poem. this stanza is great.

as wind taps with its own baton and
conducts a lively symphony

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you do much Dale. Pleased you enjoyed the read. All the best.

Chris

[willweb]

So much can be found in the sky if we take the time to really look. Some many shapes and patterns, designs and anything you can think of. I love to watch the clouds as they make their way across the heavens being artists. This was nice Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

I like cloud watching too will. Love the shapes and movement. Many thanks for your encouraging review.

Chris

[Wondering Mind]

Wonderful imagery. I'm sure many can relate. Beautifully penned.
Not to be a spelling geek, but the second last stanza, did you mean it's own'? Just a side note.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much for your thoughts and a special thank you for noticing a typo. Will go and correct. All good wishes.

Chris

[Wondering Mind]

You're welcome chris.. and I meant its .. trust me to do a typo

[light and ashes]

This is interesting. What is it about?

[Chris Shaw]

Look at the cloud movement on a windy grey day and let your imagination take over. Thank you for your visit.

Chris

[light and ashes]

Oh ok, thank you and
youre welcome

[Patricia]

You really did this justice and how fortunate you are to have such beauty to draw on for inspiration. Very clever and beautiful descriptions. Envy in one word!

[Chris Shaw]

Your lovely review warms this poet on a cold day. Thank you Patricia.

Chris

[Cherrie Palmer]

I forgot just how breathtaking this poem is. The ashen day, the playing winds caressing the vista.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Cherrie for a second visit. Warms my heart. Happy Friday.

Chris

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This reminded me of driving across the United States and the changing vistas along the routes. One day, there are trees and mountains, giving way to plains and grasslands, not to mention the smog and skyscraper buildings of the big cities. It's difficult to believe that there are some people who love those big buildings and bustling sidewalks. I could never be one of them, though. I love my mountains too much. This was a wonderful read, truly enjoyed.

[Chris Shaw]

Fabian, I am thankful for this lovely response. So appreciated.

Chris

[M. J. Smith]

Reminds me of the most across the rolling Ozark hills. I have looked across that forested Vista and found myself awed by the ribs it took to wear mountains to that point. Man has no conception of the time and power. Well written, Chris.

[M. J. Smith]

Ah... Yeah. Awed by the power it took. Not ribs. Apologies. I hate this autocorrect. Mind of its own.

[cheyenne s garcia]

this was beautiful to read. i loved it!

[Chris Shaw]

Many apologies for my belated response. Thank you so much.

Chris