The Romance of Mist
Tendrils of mist
Drifted slowly in the gentle breeze
Rising above the ground
So that the tall trees
Stood like headless ghosts
Painted in an ethereal frieze
And the silence enfolded us
In a quiet peace
©DGA 02 August 2011 03:44
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I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx
02/08/2011 at 4:34 am
Beautiful, yet a little eerie as well.
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02/08/2011 at 6:29 am
That’s how I feel in the mist, BV… 🙂
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02/08/2011 at 5:10 am
It is wise to remember the peace that exists in silence. 😀
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02/08/2011 at 6:33 am
How true that is, Nancy…
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02/08/2011 at 5:57 am
that is beautiful
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02/08/2011 at 6:35 am
Thank you, Sidey. It always gives me a lovely feeling…
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02/08/2011 at 6:02 am
I wanna be there.
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02/08/2011 at 6:37 am
I love waking up to thick mist in the garden…
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02/08/2011 at 7:38 am
Oh that is lovely, adee!
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02/08/2011 at 8:15 am
Thank you Cindy. 😀
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02/08/2011 at 8:01 am
“Tendrils of mist”… an excellent expression.
This is really a romantic peace. Sincere congrats!
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02/08/2011 at 8:17 am
Thank you Sunamu for liking it! 😀
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02/08/2011 at 12:49 pm
Nice one Denise.
It sounds like the October mists in East Yorkshire where I was raised.
Only the extra sound of the fog horns from the river Humber was different.
We could tell there was a fog before we got out of bed!
Thanks, John
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02/08/2011 at 1:35 pm
I love the sound of fog horns too… Thank you, John.
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02/08/2011 at 6:37 pm
I love this poem! It reminds me of one of my favorite songs written by Jimmy Webb, and sung by Rosemary Clooney (on the last album recorded before she died), called “Time Flies.” I’ll try to send the whole song to you via e-mail – I’ve been able to do it before, but lately not much success:
FIrst verse:
“Life begins, and spirits rise,
And they become memories that vaporize,
And the vapor becomes the dreams we devise,
And while we are draming, time flies.”
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02/08/2011 at 7:27 pm
Thanks, Paula. 😀
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02/08/2011 at 11:25 pm
Beautiful 🙂
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03/08/2011 at 4:53 am
Thank you, Kate. 🙂
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03/08/2011 at 5:21 am
That is absolutely gorgeous. I love everything about it – the headless ghosts, the tendrils of mist. I can see the white plumes of mist. I can feel them. Outstanding!
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03/08/2011 at 5:26 am
Isn’t mist beautiful, Selma? Thank you so much for such a nice comment!
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04/08/2011 at 1:04 am
Love this beautiful poem, Adee
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04/08/2011 at 5:20 am
Thanks, Bb. 🙂
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08/08/2011 at 9:00 am
I love early morning fog. I’ve tried to capture it in photography but couldn’t, nor could I capture it this well in words. Well done, you’ve put the image behind my eyes.
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08/08/2011 at 9:41 am
I love it too, Mark. I am now thinking of looking at photography blogs and using the pics for ideas when I run short. So far everything descriptive has been from memory or imagination so I haven’t illustrated my work. I would like to get a camera one of these days. I used to use my cellphone, which wasn’t too bad, for many of my earlier posts. Thank you for your kind comment and for liking my post.
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