Sidney Beck Poet Free verse

Lost In the Mist

LOST  IN  THE   MIST 
   

Grey fingers soft as a pickpocket’s,      
Soundless and sightless, have taken the sun -      
Poacher in the kingdom of the blind. 
Guests and ghosts of the realm steal in and out,    
Cozened into thinking that 
Feet pressed to the ground -
Ensure the lost land will be restored,
The theft of the sun will be recouped.


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Written   21st  August  2014    by Sydney Peck
For contest  THROUGH  THE MIST

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Nette Onclaud August 31, 2014 at 11:11 PM this is so crappily done that you got away with it, KofC,lol... honestly, a symbolic view of revival well done.. more!.. thank you for gracing my contest and congrats!

Andrea Dietrich August 30, 2014 at 4:50 PM WOW, this is stunning, Sidney. I can't believe that someone who writes this well can actually say that he does not "get" haiku!!! Just read a few of them online, the modern ones that are so good. I think you will get it. And this one is for my faves!!

Jan Allison August 30, 2014 at 12:33 PM The imagery in the poems is wonderful i too love the first line.many congrats:-) hugs Jan x

Verlena S. Walker August 22, 2014 at 2:20 AM Beautiful redemption Sydney. One of my favorites... Verlena

Debbie Guzzi August 20, 2014 at 7:21 PM You need more Syd especially to come up to that splendid first line. Light & Love