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A Hazy Rise

misty eyed morning the distance across the horizon spans further than hopes and dreams in swirls of emotionless haze i thirst for more than this fog as it surrounds me in solitary thoughts i long to rise beyond clouds rising aglow in dawn's first light yet somehow i just flicker like a star surrounded in darkness of night

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John Hamilton

Date: 9/18/2019 5:40:00 PM

Amazing writing Sandy, your descriptions of fog so intricate and delicate, imagery that paints the mind, well done!

Sandra Adams
Date: 9/18/2019 7:10:00 PM

Thank you John for such a wonderful reply...fog is bittersweet...i like the mysterious and eerie feel but i don't like the change of seasons that it's bringing ...i'd bask in summer forever if i could... hugs :)

Gershon Wolf

Date: 9/18/2019 4:57:00 PM

The frustration is deep-seated---and felt deeply! Cheers, Gershon

Sandra Adams
Date: 9/18/2019 7:08:00 PM

Thanks my friend...foggy mornings bring with them change in temperatures...i am not ready to bask in the crispness of fall just yet... hugs :)

Brenda Chiri

Date: 9/18/2019 2:08:00 PM

I'm with Chris your poetry tends to bring the reader out of a haze! Brilliant work my friend!;)

Sandra Adams
Date: 9/18/2019 2:47:00 PM

aww thank you...sometimes my poetry can pull one in that haze with me too... hugs :)

Chris Green

Date: 9/18/2019 1:34:00 PM

I'm not sure I'd agree with flicker because your poetry always shines to me. This was wonderful. Your words enchant as they gently touch the reader. Loved this my friend.

Sandra Adams
Date: 9/18/2019 1:48:00 PM

lol...thanks for the uplifting comment and making me smile and giggle my friend...September seems to have many foggy mornings to fuel my pen...i guess it's the changing temps, one minute it's 90, the next 60...fog is so mystic, it makes one feel lost in the thickness i think :) hugs