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When Fogs Collide
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When Fogs Collide |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
When Fogs Collide In a forest bent by breeze, blowing branches over leaves, came a thump, thump, thump in the midnight. All gone was the starlight, even absent was the moonlight but a white fog glowed silent, slipping thru the trees. I stopped and froze from smiling ‘cause my fear did find beguiling how this eerie froth of floating grace, ejecta from some spectral place, could turn and twist in one ‘bout face and send my fears colliding. It pulsed a light and started thumping, made me feel like jumping, jumping off to where I could have been so I could jump right from my skin and sprout some wings to ride the wind and feel my fears subsiding. Closer came it creeping, creeping but to me it seemed as leaping like it had some ultra aim than scaring me out wits and brains which now in shock I must proclaim it passed me thumping, thumping. I turned to catch one moment’s bliss. A second fog did merge. They kissed. Tears I cried yet not for me but for two fogs heard jubilantly who found in a universe of sky and mist each another on a forest plain like this and I felt prized over all above to have witnessed the thumpings of fogs in Love and realized that Love is the searching pulse of a heart that’s thumping for someone else. And “just” when you think life is over or blue, you’ll turn and a thumping will be looking at you ! Namyh |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Love the spirit of this one Namyh. Just what I needed this noon to keep my spirits jumping. Thank you, jo |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
This is fantastic, dear Namyh. You pack in a great deal of very vivid imagery and emotion and the conclusion is just spectacular. You also brought back a tremendous moment I lived in the mountains once. All alone I was on my way to the Peak of Gornergrat in Switzerland when I suddenly was surrounded by thick fog and couldn't move, every step could have been fatal, as to my right I could have fallen upon the Gorner glacier. Slowly, very slowly the white veil dissolved ... That was back in my youth when I was adventurous enough to face any white monster! Your way of interpretation of two colliding fogs was enjoyably romantic. Margherita |
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