Open Poetry #49 |
A Mysterious Mist |
Boomer Styles Member
since 2014-03-02
Posts 194South Side Of Success |
some things in life seem to stay the same in my own it was the mist from the very day that I was born to the first time I was kissed the rocky shores of Mineral Point were close enough to hear the crash of waves and rolling surf and the mist I'd come to fear but as I grew the more I learned of why we all exist then soon I came to love the sea and the mysterious morning mist so I stayed on and raised my own spent years in wedded bliss now dawn is here and they're calling me the angels of the mist One ladle serves the soup that feeds the mouths of the many. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I liked this one Boomer. The mist by any other name is . . . your early childhood fears. We learn to deal with them or they consume us. You seem to have dealt with yours and that is a good thing. ~ My inner world is my paradise and I am its keeper ~ |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
I enjoyed the visuals and rhythmic flow of your words. The choice of a mystic mist was something I could envision and did see. The poet’s pen…you gotta love it, Thanks for sharing Boomer. Namyh |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
From birth to death and all in between, angels to watch over us. Such pleasant thoughts in your poetry. 88's friend She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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Pete_W Member Posts 185 Scotland (UK) |
Great poem, loved the angels of the mist, enjoyed. Thanks Pete |
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