Trees are ghost outlines,
frost coated.
Far off, along the lake, the train
hoots a melancholy call.
My feet crunch on a path
that was soft yesterday.
I cannot see the sun,
but it is there.
Perhaps things will be brighter
tomorrow?
poem- fog December 11, 2019
The fog is thick today
both hovering over the lake
and in my head,
rendering me slow-witted,
dull,
fatigued.
Does the lake feel the same?
poem-tenaciousness March 11, 2016
He walks with a personal cloud
dulling his world, blurring his perceptions.
Walling him in, between tendrils of fog
freezing him in place to avoid falling off the precipice.
Her arms are open with devotion and she calls to him,
but her voice bounces off rocks and mist.
Their mutual affections miss each other
in the haze, but both are sincere and will still be there
when the fog lifts
(or he goes over the cliff).
poem- grey day January 14, 2016
January is filmed
in black and white,
soft focus filter,
lots of white space.
Mist grows until
it fills the screen,
ready for the credits
to roll by.
poem-orb October 9, 2014
A huge silver orb is
suspended in the mist
and glistens on the lake.
it was all hazy, and the sun was a huge silver orb hanging in mist. I should start carrying my camera again.
poem- heaviness September 24, 2014
The mist in the hills
weighs heavily on my heart
The wind through the valley
blows bleakly on my brain
The rain from the grey
drips doggedly on my dreams.
.
.
.
It’s only Wed, but I am exhausted! I’m sure this soggy weather isn’t helping
Monday Meme in Newfoundland August 18, 2014
The return of the Monday Meme!
On Facebook, one of my former students, all grown up and living in Newfoundland, posted this photo of her daughter that just cries out to be a Monday Meme, and so, with her permission, now it is!
The rules:
- You use this photo as a prompt for some writing. Poem, story, memory, it doesn’t matter.
- Copy the photo onto your site, leaving the text.
- Link back to this post AND submit your link in the comments below.
Note:
While I post the photo on Mondays, you don’t have to post your writing on Mondays. You can post whenever you choose. If you enjoy this one, click ‘Monday Meme’ at right, and respond to any of the old posts.
poem- fiery eyes November 19, 2013
Mist drifts on snowy mountains,
slash piles burning:
molten eyes in a ghostly face
glowing above us
kiss the sky March 15, 2013
The fields are reaching
misty fingers from the earth,
stretching to the sky.
Clouds descend, enfolding all
in their diaphanous cloaks.
Shawn L. Bird 