Sundown and Wind Farms

Sundown and Wind Farms

A Poem by Chris Shaw

far from finding
wind farms an eyesore
they stay a fascination as
offshore turbines salute
a fast dimming sky

from Roan beach
carbon fibre blades rotate
as moderate winds
aid graceful clockwise
turning

row on row they stand
embracing air
as though a surgeon's knife
sliced through sky's heart
rip roaring red no sutures
as crimson clots appear

they spread it bleeds
it plasters heaven's highway 
reflected in evening's dark
salty waters
skyscape slaughter

as golden sol
slips slowly beyond
horizon's black ribbon line
while hours pass on by
building clean energy

© 2021 Chris Shaw


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What a great image blended with such poetic words.
"as though a surgeon's knife
sliced through sky's heart
rip roaring red no sutures
as crimson clots appear"
Then the whole next stanza
"they spread it bleeds
it plasters heaven's highway
reflected in evening's dark
salty waters
skyscape slaughter"
Great lines Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your continued support of my efforts Soren. Your visit very much appreciated. Have a g.. read more



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We have wind turbines in our county ... there is a good deal of wind around here ... most of it coming from politicians.
I could never understand the argument that those spinning blades would kill birds by the thousands. I guess they've never seen birds play "chicken" with cars on the expressway.

Good one Chris.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thanks Ted. I like wind turbines. The politicians on the other hand have always been a big bag of wi.. read more
Ted Kniffen

3 Years Ago

All is well. The wife and I have had our 2nd dose of vaccine recently. We have been a little extra t.. read more
Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Take care. Good you have had second vacs. We have had ours too :)
I loved dear Chris how your use the description. Allowed the reader to see and understand your words and thoughts. The statements were short and they were meaningful. Us, who love to write must be the voice of nature. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Dear Coyote, thank you so much for your thoughtful review. Your visits always appreciated.
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Coyote Poetry

3 Years Ago

Always is my pleasure and you are welcome dear Chris.
there is such a surgical beauty in a sky during a sunrise or a sunset....pollution gets into
the operating room sometimes...and it becomes really difficult to see what God and his doctors are doing in there...
this is one of your best, Chris.
j.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Pollution gets into the operating room. How I admire that thought Jacob. Pleased you like this one... read more
what makes a more magnificent with a more effective impact is the ending, and here You did it dear Chris, wonderful imaginary but I love he last two verses more.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you lightsong. Nature is wonderful. Clean energy will go some way to preserving our planet. No.. read more
lightsong

3 Years Ago

yes, that would be so wonderful and we can never stop hoping :)
Hello, Christine! :)
It was beautiful watching your sky slice open. We dont have any windmills around here. Maybe our weather is too much for them.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

No windmills mattavelli? We have lots and it is a good way of producing clean energy. I love watchin.. read more

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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