Gold On Grey

Gold On Grey

A Poem by Chris Shaw

when sun illuminates sky’s winter grey
to cast a golden gleam on crystal sea
it raises spirits wrapped in warm dressed clothes
a treasure chest of jewels for all to see

like diamond dust that sparkles cluster bright
said gems a given gift to mesmerize
they can not fail to please it’s nature’s way
a feast for all with tired weary eyes

how lifting is the prize of dazzling light
a chance to watch the dance on salty waves
the rays are like a tonic sent to heal
escape from mindsets troubled darkest caves

how fine these moments are for us to hold
when breakers rolling in are kissed with gold


© 2025 Chris Shaw


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My spirits are lifted up after reading this poem. Nothing like an escape to Nature's arms from a certain mindsets and Grey life.
Enjoyed and overjoyed!

Posted 11 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Thank you so much Sami. Your thoughts are appreciated and valued. Have a great Monday.

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Sami Khalil

11 Months Ago

You are welcome Chris.
Lovely sonnet Chris, i do enjoy reading iambic pentameter it flows so beautifully .
The light , yes the light on water is something magical, it sweeps away depressing grey hues and brings a sparkle back to life .

Stella

Posted 11 Months Ago


Stella Armour

11 Months Ago

Will do Chris, snooker starts today ..i don't watch much tv but i do enjoy the snooker tournaments.<.. read more
andrew mitchell

11 Months Ago

Do you remember Pot Black a snooker tournament with Eddie Charlton, Ray Reardon back in the seventie.. read more
Stella Armour

11 Months Ago

I do indeed because my dad won cups for snooker and billiards , but at that time my main interest wa.. read more

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Added on February 9, 2025
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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..