Mist

I was taught to shun the mists.
It hides things
too indecent to walk
under the full light of the sun.

So I stood in the sunshine
ignoring the burning,
explaining away pain
because this is what I was taught to do.

Until I decided to be a poor student,
let mists soothe the suffering in my skin.  
And instead of monsters in the mist,
I found you.

Silken mist curls around us both
cocooning us, as our fingertips linger
on beloved lips we wish to keep
from saying the word goodbye.

Though goodbye is only temporary
until we find our way through the mists again.
As I wait, caught between the misty days,

I think it is the sun who ought to be ashamed.


Kissing in the Rain – Anja B├╝hrer


This poem was created using the picture prompt given at MindLoveMisery's Menagerie: Photo Challenge #148 . It's also linked on the Tuesday Platform over at Imaginary Gardens for Real Toads

35 comments:

  1. I love it when your poetry makes me squeal. And this one birthed a squeal filled with knowing mist and yum. The progression is fantastic, the story it tells, the message it shares--bright and rich, from the heart of the mist.

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    1. Woot! The picture itself had a lot of cool possibilities. It was so much fun to work with.

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  2. Silken mist curls around us both
    cocooning us, as our fingertips linger
    on beloved lips we wish to keep
    from saying the word goodbye.


    I am literally swooning right now!

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  3. This was dripping romantic, I love the mist - I love the fog.

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  4. Yes! ... Perhaps this has nothing to do with your poem, but you know how everybody interprets a poem differently, so that they can see themselves in it? I'd like to think I am someone discovered in the mists, since I am a shamanic teacher who does not acquire a mass of "followers" but instead gives subtle lessons that draw the attention of only a few.

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    1. I hadn't quite thought of it that way, but I can see that interpretation. It's funny but a friend and I were actually having a discussion about how art can be like an ink blot test, and working through our reactions to art can be very enlightening.

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  5. The last line really clinches the deal.

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  6. I think that you can be blinded by the sun... the mist is where we can find our way... love the way you have used it.

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    1. Thank you. The image seemed to have a suggestion of furtive romance to it, so I went with that.

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  7. LOVE that last line, Rommy! Inspired! P.S. I'm a Hozier fan too and especially of that song.

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  8. Bravo! You know I love this. What a magical flight.

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  9. cocooning mist - what a lovely image.

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    1. I liked it as a way of expressing a cozy, sheltering feeling.

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  10. What's the point of clarity if it can only burn? Love the cool swirl of mist.

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    1. Exactly, there is no point to it if it harms

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  11. Your song choice is on of my all time favorites and I can see why you chose it. I have always been a sunshine person, but you made the cool misty days very enticing.

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  12. As I wait, caught between the misty days,
    I think it is the sun who ought to be ashamed.

    The sun has a lot to do with it! If only it cooperates it should be sunny days surely!

    Hank

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  13. Love those opening lines, Rommy, the thought of indecent things hiding in the mist and then the wonderful suggestion of the supernatural in the following lines - always a winner for me.

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  14. I like where this goes, Rommy. A bit more sensuous than just a bit. I equate 'cocooning in the mist' as 'under the sheets'. Too bad he left, I hope too that he will return.
    Vitamin D?
    ..

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    1. Yeah, probably some Vitamin D would be a good idea. That made me giggle so much - thank you. :D

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