Discourse Poem: Mist
Discourse Poem. Mist
Outside, once again, the day
Only pretends to have come.
Oh, yes, of course, our beds were left and
I do see it must be that
The sun rose — because the trees extend
Their stark branches visibly between here
And some lighter tone than night —
But were I dipping my brushes
To a palette to choose a color
For this sky, I would be opting
Somewhere near a mourning dove-gray
And a translucent mouse-white.
The true horizon lies unclear beyond
Unfalling mist with no lights able
To blink through.
The diary of Beauty for this despairing
Year marks the day as another loss.
There is no “but only” in this scenario,
For it leaves us only with wishing otherwise, or
Turning inward
To seeking the blue skies of the soul.
********. ********. ********
(c) sally Young eslinger 12/16/2020h
Thanks be to God
Copyright © Sally Eslinger | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment