3WW - "The Mist"
The MistFloating 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!
24 comments:
Beautiful! I LOVE fog, but we almost never have it here in Texas.
Judi
I can imagine myself standing there enjoying the peace, like a mediation of sort
Whenever I get into nature I become entranced, too! This is beautiful!
The mist looks beautiful and the poem was entrancing
But it's been raining so much here--if I never see it again
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.
XOXOX
Beautiful words and photo - the combo lends a depth to each. Wonderful!
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!
Beautiful - goes so well with the photo.
It is a parallel world, and so near.
There is something about mist that always sends me off into a dream world!
Enjoyed your write!
Gemma
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!!! :)
With a migraine?
Wow.
Hope it passes soon.
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?
Very mystic! Well done!
Hugs Sherrie
Hope your migraine went away.
This was beautiful.
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!!!
Nicely done. I like mist. Strangely enclosing.
this was mysterious and soft. I hope your migraine is all better sweet Tammy. ♥
Lovely poem, Tammy! Hope that migraine has dissipated. xoxox
Tammy - if you can write like that with a migraine . . . . .
Lovely in its celebration of the moment; in the acceptance of reverie's limits.
Serene comes into my mind!
parallel plot
I too love the misty mornings we get here.
Oooohhhhhhhhh how mysterious you made the mist seem... cool!!!!!
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!
how incredibly beautiful, sigh ... i heat the mist!
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