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The Mist Lies Still

THE MIST LIES STILL The morning mist slipped into the park As easily as a lie told in the dark. Grey and seemingly harmless, A little cold, but still and featureless, Obscuring all the trees, the paths, the lake, Confusing distance and direction to take, It hid the truth, it hid the view: Distorted everything we knew.

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Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 9/2/2011 10:25:00 AM

Your poetry is always a pleasure to read no matter what you are writing about Syd. Enjoy your weekend and keep your pen flowing. Love, Carol

Cyndi Macmillan

Date: 9/1/2011 11:22:00 PM

Tight but not sterile and just plain old captivating. I am both glad that you ended it where you did (good write) and was dang annoyed that you ended it where you did (what truth??? What do you know??? SPILL IT! Hee hee) There is a sinister quality to this, like a film noir, an echoe of the Turning of the Screw, perhaps. Anyways, glad I read this, Cyndi

Nancy Jones

Date: 9/1/2011 5:29:00 PM

was foggy here this morning, too. Happy day, Syd ~n

Sidney Beck
Date: 9/1/2011 5:39:00 PM

good to read your stuff Nance...by the way the so called Haiku/senryu for the John Freeman contest were a lucky shot...in reality I am a dope at Japanese stuff....seriously ! All my bes t wishes on your misty morn