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The Mist From the Shadows

The mist swallowed him up. Like the lion swallowing his prey. As he walked along the river's edge. The sun rose as if it were setting fire To the mist that rose from the darkness coming from the forest. Do you not see it ~ I know you do. The ghost of the wind and shadows. The wild things remember seeing them thru the starlight. But then, the wild things never forget anything. Wrote 5 / 29 / 2015 Friday 6 pm

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/23/2017 8:15:00 PM

oops forgot the seven

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/23/2017 8:14:00 PM

wow, I REALLY love this one. SEVEN. It is mysterious like Butterfly Effect that you mentioned to me. I don't recall that movie much but I remember really liking it and knowing about Mandela Effect now, I'd enjoy revisiting that movie to see how similar it is to Mandela stuff that never got noticed until after 2010. Hmmm, maybe Butterfly Effect was made by a time traveler. haha

Dave Timperley

Date: 3/29/2017 7:08:00 AM

hmm, Love this write Debbie. You can see everything that is not there when you gaze at the mist. Great imagery. Thanks for reading my stuff. God Bless. D.

Emile Pinet

Date: 3/23/2017 12:02:00 PM

Your poem falls within the category of whimsical, fanciful and imaginative; armed with an energy of its own that propels it into our sphere of reality. Emile.

Doug Vinson

Date: 3/23/2017 6:54:00 AM

Great 'feel' to this poem, Debbie. Cheers, Doug.

Lisa Ricci

Date: 3/23/2017 4:34:00 AM

Hello Debbie. Powerful. You express such imagery for the reader. I very much also enjoyed your title for it set the tone one the entry. Well done entirely.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/21/2017 3:13:00 PM

- I see this as a beautiful painting Debbie, enjoy reading it - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Duke Beaufort

Date: 3/8/2017 6:14:00 PM

Mist is so interesting. I think about fog a lot since I find myself in it mentally. Not cognitively, but knowing what kind of emotional reaction to have. The image of the sun illuminating the fog and stirring it up is fantastic. It's a pleasant companion for the patient ones.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 3/8/2017 4:51:00 PM

I enjoyed the eerie imagery in your poem Debbie. Nice one! ; )