Another day

In the mist of dreams time weaves its way

light shard deflections in steaming ague

Life it seems is but another day

murky reflections in faded fog

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Soren… faded fog will hide the Wuthering Heights of Dismay.. we must Pray Night and Day for Divine Inspiration. tenderly, Pat

[Soren]

I prayed but the line was busy aand I had to leave a message.Thanks for the review

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Soren.. it seems that Kingdoms Come have fled to the Realms of No Return. A Lost Civilization becomes Extinct in a Wink. I prefer to Harbour Hope .. as Evil finds a Place to Hunker Down below the Beauty of Earth .. Amen 🙏 Pat

[John the Baptist]

Time has a way of making the days seem similar in a "faded fog." In fact, though, no two are the same. If we fall into the trap of seeing them that way, we are opening ourselves to depression.

[Soren]

Thanks John I appreciate the read and comment yes unifomity leads to boredom

[Marie]

I like this beautiful poem very much, so descriptive, with so much said in so few words. It is so true that time weaves its way into the mist of our dreamtime if we suffer from an illness like malaria, etc. We are inclined to remember things we haven't thought about for years, things which would not enter our everyday consciousness. In the lifting fog, the feelings become dim as one gets better. Very nicely expressed too! Thank you for sharing, Soren. Lovely work...

[Soren]

Thank you so much Marie for again reviewing my poems it is most appreciated

[Marie]

Most welcome always, Soren...

[Thomas W Case]

Superb work. Excellent painting of the scene.

[Soren]

Thank you Thomas your support is most appreciated