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

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Breathtaking images that one can easily imagine through your wonderful descriptive poetry. I literally felt as if I were flying through those clouded skies searching for the blueness of heaven. Thank you, Chris, for your imaginative poem.

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks for stopping by and leaving an encouraging review. Pleased you enjoyed the read.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of description dear Chris. You brought the reader in and they could see what you create for them to see. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Coyote. Pleased you enjoyed the read. All good wishes.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

I did dear Chris and you are welcome.

[Betty Hermelee]

I hope you were viewing this amazing imagery! I love the words you use to describe the peaks, plateaus, the ridges, the craggy summits; I feel as if I could very well be standing right beside you. I use a lot of cobalt blue in my paintings, and it's one of my favorite colors. YAY!
Lovely poem, as always Chris.
Truly yours, B.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Betty, and yes I saw it all unfold. You are appreciated.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

So are you!

[lightsong]

I told You before You are the master of painting, and this shows how amazing your talent can be.

"skyscape shows smokey greys
vistas awash in a sea of blandness"

"ascending to a never ending story
yet the wind plays its soft music"

"as wind taps with is own baton and
conducts a lively symphony"

those would be my favorite lines, and I am not sure but I feel a melancholic tune through your words, a heart that captured both the landscape as well as the wistful feelings of earth. your title like always is chosen brilliantly.

[lightsong]

I learned new wonderful words from You, "vista, blandness" thank You*

[Chris Shaw]

Dear lightsong. Thank you for that wonderful review. Happy to introduce you to two new words. All the very best to you.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

as usual....we get high definition imagery from you....and we go to the places and see from the same vantage point from which you have seen.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you J. Cloud gazer me, star gazer too. Have a great weekend.

Chris

[John the Baptist]

At first I thought I was reading a description of a painting, but as the poem progressed I realized the speaker was viewing an actual sky with the permutations that characterize it. The imagery is beautiful, allowing us to picture it in our minds like an inner picture show. The movement of the clouds at the end remind us of the ongoing changes of our lives. The clouds may drift and contort, but the cobalt sky is always there.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you John for stopping by and giving these lines your consideration. Appreciated.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris.. we often see profiles of loved ones
in the formation of clouds... walking through fields of Lavender...
we hear laughter in the hereafter. tenderly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Hello dear Pat. How right you are, I also see faces in the clouds when I am sky gazing. I love how the images then blur and fade away. Like a brief visit before returning to heaven's gate. Thank you for your lovely review.

Chris

[Lorry]

Description of my favourite past-time of staring into the distance and seeing the ever changing landscape change in front of your eyes as light and shade do their never ending dance.
My favourite places are all rugged landscapes where angles change and shapes form from shadows and they never look the same twice.
Lovely write Chris. So much so that I'll forgive you for the title reminding me of altered images, aka Claire Grogan and that godawful happy birthday song. She's one export we don't want back 😊

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Lorry. I have always been a sky gazer, both day and night. Love looking at cloud formations as much as the night sky. You did make me smile. I picked Altered Images first as a title. Thought of the group and decided to reverse the words. Yes the Happy Birthday song was not one of their best was it? But exile from Scotland Ha. That sounds a wee bit harsh. Have a great day.

Chris