The Morning Mist

The morning mist drifts

slowly into my consciousness

awake, aware

I do not dare

question what it is doing there

yet do delight in the freshness of its kiss

this early morn.

 

The morning mist drifts

me back to sleep

as the rain that taps the tin roof

does his dance

in happy glances upon my windowpane

tis a season to rejoice

when one can sing a song

with the rain

as the morning mist drifts all sorrows away

placing me in dreamlands sway.

 

The morning mist once again

has come to settle upon this farmland

now deep within subconscious stare

I find you waiting there

to take a walk with me upon the shore

of the river near

as the morning mist carries us away

in sweet melodic praise

of the teardrops falling from the sky

I knit a God's eye from the cornstalks

that sway in the breeze

of our walk

upon our misty dreams.

 

 

Reviews

[Kloud_Nine]

"The morning mist drifts

slowly into my consciousness

awake, aware

I do not dare

question what it is doing there"


very strong lines here, really portrays the mystery, majestics, and the raw power of the mist. The rhyme scheme is done well too, I like how you organized this particular poem. Well done.

[Michael]

Very nice work Sid. It has a nice tranquil feeling to it. You did a great job with balance, something not so easy to do in free verse. Not to mention the wonderful imagery you paint. How did I not see this one before?

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Very creative, smooth flowing write. The word structured imagery, gentle carries the reader on a floating misty cloud of metaphoric dreamscape.

A beautiful composition.

God's Blessing
Phillozofee

[Arthur Henn]

This is a great poem of imagery and audio. I can hear see and visualize everything. Good Job!

[Static C]

Your Imagery here took me straight to Narnia.....Wherever, don't laugh you know what I mean.

awake, aware

I do not dare

question what it is doing there

yet do delight in the freshness of its kiss

this early morn. I couldn't help but smile here. Playful, evocative

[Rain]

This is a dreamy piece. It made me feel fresh and alive. I loved the eye of God from the cornstalk..very descriptive. I loved it. Rain..

[An owl on the moon]

Absolutely stunning. To read your words transports me outside where I can feel the coolness of the mist and feel the peace of morning dreams. Your words are themselves like the mist, soft and clear and cool.