Wednesday, April 02, 2008

3WW - "The Mist"

The Mist

Floating through the trees

a mysterious mist filled the air

breathing a heavy sigh

clinging in silence.

I stand there alone listening,

letting it stroke my face.

Feeling the calm of a

parallel universe.

Through veiled eyes I see

only beauty and peace

but I must bounce

back to reality.

I wrote this with a migraine but I really loved my first mountain mist. My husband happened to have rented "The Mist" by Stephen King that day. ;)

My thought's and prayer's go to Bone our moderator. Thank you Pia for stepping up!


emmapeelDallas said...

Beautiful! I LOVE fog, but we almost never have it here in Texas.


lissa said...

I can imagine myself standing there enjoying the peace, like a mediation of sort

LyRy said...

Whenever I get into nature I become entranced, too! This is beautiful!

pia said...

The mist looks beautiful and the poem was entrancing

But it's been raining so much here--if I never see it again

Eileen said...

Beautiful, I can almost feel the mist on my face, in a peaceful, reflective way. That is until I think about Steven King, then I want to run, his stuff scares me to death!! Your poem is really lovely. What a talent you have.

tumblewords said...

Beautiful words and photo - the combo lends a depth to each. Wonderful!

paisley said...

well any time you get lonely for it,, you just come on over,, i live in northern california,.,, and i swear to god we are knee deep in "mist" on a daily basis!!!!!

excellent rendering,, and with a migraine... i don't know how you do it!

Leonard Blumfeld said...

Beautiful - goes so well with the photo.

It is a parallel world, and so near.

Greyscale Territory said...

There is something about mist that always sends me off into a dream world!

Enjoyed your write!


chiefbiscuit said...

Just loved my visit to your place - as always - Tammy.
Love the photos of you and Dave and TK. They make me feel warm and fuzzy!!!
Love your words too.
Enjoy your spring! And all those flowers!!! :)

bella said...

With a migraine?
Hope it passes soon.

pepektheassassin said...

I LOVE this poem! Good job, Tammy.

I just read the obit of an old fellow who died recently at age 84--he had had ALS for 46 years! They said he died of ALS, but at 84, who knows?

giggles said...

Very mystic! Well done!

Hugs Sherrie

TC said...

Hope your migraine went away.

This was beautiful.

Sherry/Cherie said...

Tammy, I feel the peace and solitude, and what we can see through our veiled eyes...then sadly, we must bounce back to reality....wonderful thoughts for the prompt -- and you did it with a migraine?!? You are one incredible lady!!!

anthonynorth said...

Nicely done. I like mist. Strangely enclosing.

Lucy said...

this was mysterious and soft. I hope your migraine is all better sweet Tammy. ♥

paris parfait said...

Lovely poem, Tammy! Hope that migraine has dissipated. xoxox

Cathy said...

Tammy - if you can write like that with a migraine . . . . .

Lovely in its celebration of the moment; in the acceptance of reverie's limits.

gautami tripathy said...

Serene comes into my mind!

parallel plot

Yolanda said...

I too love the misty mornings we get here.

Jana B said...

Oooohhhhhhhhh how mysterious you made the mist seem... cool!!!!!

tinker said...

Both the photo and poem of your mist are beautiful, Tammy - they conjure up a sense of mystery ;)

I haven't seen the movie, but I read his story it was based on - and I'm not sure I would have been brave enough to be out taking photos of mist right after reading it, lol - you're definitely a braver woman than I am!

daisies said...

how incredibly beautiful, sigh ... i heat the mist!