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Open Poetry #49

The Mist

Bluesy Socrateaser
Member Elite

since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

0 posted 2014-02-25 07:12 AM

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.

...just bein' Bluesy

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

1 posted 2014-02-25 07:22 AM

This is lovely Max.

now dawn is here and they're calling me
the angels of the mist.

I would assume this is a good feeling.
Lori

Bluesy Socrateaser
Member Elite

since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

2 posted 2014-02-25 07:28 AM

Thanks for reading Miss Lori!

It's a tale of a youngster's fear of the unknown which dissipates through maturity. He progresses through life until he discovers what he feared as a child is actually his salvation as he is nears his death and the angels come for him.

You are correct. For him, it's a very good feeling.

Many thanks again!

...just bein' Bluesy

[This message has been edited by Bluesy Socrateaser (02-25-2014 10:24 AM).]

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

3 posted 2014-02-25 07:36 AM

Understood.

~*~ It's not that the man did not know how to juggle, he just didn't have the balls to do it. ~*~

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