Phyllis Babcock Poet Free verse

The Mist

The mist came rolling in over the countryside.
It crept slowly, along the wooded area.  
Covering, every thing as it made it's way,
throughout the low lying forest.
It crept, like a creature , devouring
 all in it's shroud of mist.
Moving silently, 
            gobbling
     wrapping it's prey
          in a curtain of white.
   Eerily,
      it winds it way ,
                     around,
            wrapping all,
                   vanishing all ,
                 within 
                       sight.

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Judy Ball July 20, 2011 at 10:34 AM Great descriptiong here. Love the imagery. A fine write my friend. God Bless, Jb

Zzzzz Zzzzz May 7, 2011 at 2:06 PM Very descriptive write, with strong imagery. Thanks for visiting and reading my poetry. Regards, Robert.

Debbie Duncan April 11, 2011 at 6:31 PM I like this very much,, thank you for your comment on my dragon tattoo poem ;}

Sara Kendrick March 23, 2011 at 5:26 PM It has been misty here the last three days and nights..It comes and goes...Such a creative write on the topic..Thanks for stopping by and reading my work..Yes, sometimes there is a very difficult price for freedom..Sara

Poet Destroyer A March 23, 2011 at 2:19 PM Nice image Phyllis, i can feel myself creeping up to the mist.. It sounds like if you can make something out of nothing,, I love it and i enjoyed the steep thick look,, have a great day,..p.d.

Carolyn Devonshire March 23, 2011 at 8:39 AM It's really quite beautiful to see the mist rolling in the way you described, Phyllis. Nice use of personification in your poem, comparing it to a creature that creeps along slowly and wraps its prey in a white shroud. Really like this image! Love, Carolyn

Michelle Mac Donald March 23, 2011 at 8:37 AM Oh, I love the mist Phyllis! It's so quiet and self contained. Dense fog isn't so great.:( It's more like, peek 'a BOO!!! Do love your write with it's wonderful imagery. I must have been thinking of the mist on the water...if there's anything out there, I don't wanna know! Love, Mikki

James Peranteau March 23, 2011 at 6:08 AM Well, you sure gave me a vivid montage of mist dear poet ! Great write Phyllis ! Have a wonderful day ! much love, james

Debbie Guzzi March 22, 2011 at 5:15 PM charming concept and the layout works very well with the topic! Light & Love

Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 22, 2011 at 6:03 AM Intriguing lines Phyllis ..very intense and dramatic my friend.. giving the mist a personality of elegant visuals... enjoyed this masterful write luv..

Andrea Dietrich March 21, 2011 at 11:55 PM I really enjoyed this, Phyl, and the way you made the lines getting more narrow as you got to the end.I have done several poems on fog or mist. personification works great for them as you did with this one. Luv, Andrea

Stephen Parker March 21, 2011 at 7:35 PM Nice contrast to finish the poem,"vanishing all within sight". The eery, bleary fog enshrouds all and conquers all with it's menacing creep! Enjoyed your well-conceived verse!

Stephan McBride March 21, 2011 at 7:15 PM what an adventure you get from reading your work,you place me right into your picture, painted with words ,wonderful