a feeling as silent and subtle as mist
is rising up through the air
tentacles curling and winding their way
sensations you don’t much for care
the innocence in this breathy white veil
belies a deceptive core
disguising dark doorways in wispy light masks
that leave you uncertain, unsure
move through this forest of dangers and charm
the feelings that through you sweep
hear the soft murmurs that float on the breeze
their hum as soothing as sleep
and heed there is perched on the roof an owl
at the door where the mist hangs damply
so follow the touch that your senses placates
for your instinct will lead you deftly
is rising up through the air
tentacles curling and winding their way
sensations you don’t much for care
the innocence in this breathy white veil
belies a deceptive core
disguising dark doorways in wispy light masks
that leave you uncertain, unsure
move through this forest of dangers and charm
the feelings that through you sweep
hear the soft murmurs that float on the breeze
their hum as soothing as sleep
and heed there is perched on the roof an owl
at the door where the mist hangs damply
so follow the touch that your senses placates
for your instinct will lead you deftly
Thank you Shadow. Touches my heart. Blessings.
ReplyDeleteWhat is she fearing, what does she see, what is she expecting? You've captured the imagination here!
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i have walked the misty forest a few times in my day...it rings of mystery to me and beckons me deeper....
ReplyDeleteit is always the eyes of the gut that see the clearest.
ReplyDeleteOminous...
ReplyDeletesounds like the beginning of a lovely dream.
ReplyDeleteI love the sensation of the fog. Beautiful seeing.
ReplyDeletelove it
ReplyDeleteYep. Totally agree to the subject matter of the poem and the impeccable execution blows me away. Its simply fun reading you always.
ReplyDeleteInstinct... don't ever let go of it. This piece has the subtle workings of a child's imagination coupled with the darkest evils that linger beyond what the mind can imagine. I love how this rhymed...
ReplyDeleteNevine
Woods scare me! No matter how inviting!You won't take me there, nope-
ReplyDeleteOutstanding!! Love the prose...love the grahpic...LOVE the title!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm always so in awe of your talent. I know, I know, I say that oftentimes, but I just can't help myself.
Oh my God that's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLovely words, reminds a little of my book.
ReplyDeleteCJ xx
Fog is such an interested phenomenon, because it disgusises ordinary things and turns the extraordinary into dark visions. I like the owl image, and it pleases me that your instincts lead you deftly.
ReplyDeleteAn owl perched on the doorway is a powerful symbol.
ReplyDeletehey those are warm words yaar...:D
ReplyDeletesuper....
I love the opening, frames the whole mood of the piece. you are slippery today!
ReplyDeletenice curious meter. very interesting. oh, and, bravo!
ReplyDeletea feeling as silent and subtle as mist
ReplyDeleteis rising up through the air
How do you write like this? I love it.
Hey, do you read Woman in a Window, and her other blog at her profile-In Through the Back Door? Can't recall if I have seen you there or her here, but I think you'd love her writing.
I think I've been across that bridge before. I love the idea of bridges, taking us from one place to another, just like thoughts, which take us from one place in our minds to another. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteBlessings, Star
Lots of things can look innocent from the outside. It takes nerve and wisdom to move through the deception and danger. Some of us use our instinct to our advantage and some of us don't. Nice way you have here of reminding us.
ReplyDeletethere is an underlying uncertainty here.
ReplyDeleteit forms the core of the poem.
the last line... perfect.
One of my most favored events is walking blindly through the midnight mist. We done it hiking on a high and narrow trail, with a black dog guiding our way, and all our watches set to go off at the time. We howl, and the whole animal neighborhood howls back in response. Wild and wonderful...walking and reaching on instinct.
ReplyDeleteeverything perfect on this ... the picture you have chosen , wonderful ilustration for this wonderful poem ....
ReplyDeletethanks !!
Our primative selves have that built in fear monitor. Some of us have lost the ears to hear it. Love the way you express it here.
ReplyDeleteFeels like I wrote this yesterday ---was feeling similar emotions. Beautiful...and very eerie at the same time. I loved this piece. :)
ReplyDeletei have walked that way without fear, and i usually regret it later...but the times i don't, it was well worth it!
ReplyDeleteanother beautiful post dear Shadow,
Excellent! Follow your intuition and all will be right.
ReplyDeleteProvocative. Very beautiful imagery throughout. Love the mhopeful, almost expectant, ending.
ReplyDeleteI am so there .. walking through that misty woods..so glad to see the owl..!
ReplyDeleteShadow - I love the words you translate your spirit in..xoxo
So rich in symbolism and mythology. I LOVE it! x
ReplyDeleteI love the mental images and questions that your writing brings.
ReplyDeleteVery touching! Very interesting!
ReplyDeleteIts all about what could be...
ReplyDeletethe mystery of it all...
shivers
When I first read this In my mind I replaced Defy with deftlt..
ReplyDeleteNow I wonder why I did that?
???
The beautiful rhythm of your words reminds me of Longfellow.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. & the image is...haunting, just like the poem.
ReplyDelete♥
ReplyDeleteShadster- you must have better instincts than me. Do you have any owly like forests over there. Why do I always think desert? I could see someone with a craggly finger peering out from a worn shawl as I read this. Liked that. ~rick
ReplyDeleteAnother great juxtaposition of words and image!
ReplyDeleteAlways follow your intuition! Wonderful, Shadow!
ReplyDeletetouche...lovely!!!
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