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Through the Mist

I grope through forest misted by my pain
Unearthly feel of gloom enshrouding me
Like wispy ghosts the memories a bane
Their hazy fingers keep from breaking free
Beclouded are my thoughts with foggy stain
Obscured is reason; gone is sanity
Unclear my way, for mist is laden thick
Your insubstantial love has left me sick

Eileen Manassian
For Nette’s Through the Mist Contest
August 24, 2014

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Timothy Hicks

October 24, 2014 at 6:33 PM

So much despair in that mist laden forest! I hope you don't stay there too long. I did enjoy the allegorical theme to this... obscured is reason; gone is sanity... sounds like the dying words of Edgar Allan Poe!

Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty

October 24, 2014 at 12:55 AM

"The moon smiles" and "Through the Mist" I have kept them in my favourite list for occasional reading. The latter poem TTM is soo good. It's always a pleasure for ever to read such a poem. By the way, 'moon' and 'mist ' are my favourite words. Bless...))) rajat

Charles Reese

September 3, 2014 at 8:43 AM

All I can say is WOW! I entered this contest too but you've done so much better in my opinion.

Eileen Manassian

September 3, 2014 at 8:52 AM

Thanks, Charles. I'm glad you liked this piece. Very lovely comment. I didn't read your piece. I'll be there for a visit soon.

Nette Onclaud

August 31, 2014 at 11:14 PM

bitterly wonderful in its presentation and emotional appeal, eileen.. thank you for gracing my contest and congrats!

Eileen Manassian

September 3, 2014 at 8:51 AM

Thanks for your visit, Nette. It was an interesting contest to write for. Hugs

James Fraser

August 25, 2014 at 2:48 PM

Ouch! I'm glad I'm not the guy who's allowed such words to flare. There's certainly no mists in the reading for I could see clearly what this terrific piece was telling me. Good luck in the contest Eileen - James.....

Eileen Manassian

August 25, 2014 at 3:24 PM

Hi James. Good to meet you. I read with interest your comments on the COMMENT blog! Found it interesting. Glad you are here to visit my work. Thanks for wishing me luck. This is a tough one, and I don't have much hope of getting anywhere, but....hope I'm wrong! :)

Suzanne Delaney

August 25, 2014 at 12:10 PM

Eileen....love this misty metaphor . Will place well in Nette's contest,love,s SuZ

Eileen Manassian

August 25, 2014 at 3:25 PM

Thanks for the visit, SuZ...Here's hoping! ;) Hugs

Richard Lamoureux

August 25, 2014 at 8:35 AM

Pain is inevitable for all of us. How we process that pain will determine the level of misery we experience.

Eileen Manassian

August 25, 2014 at 8:37 AM

Spoken truly. Thank you for this wisdom.

Ravi Sathasivam

August 25, 2014 at 6:18 AM

Excellent. Lovely write. enjoyed reading it. Tfs

Eileen Manassian

August 25, 2014 at 8:37 AM

Thanks, Ravi. I'm glad to have this visit from you.

Sara Kendrick

August 25, 2014 at 5:52 AM

Way to go with this one for the contest..Mysterious overtones draws one in and keeps them reading..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara

Demetrios Trifiatis

August 25, 2014 at 3:33 AM

As a poem it is fantastic: powerful and majestic! The pain that expresses though is, almost, unbearable! Your heart deserves better! Wonderfully done! a seven!

Eileen Manassian

August 25, 2014 at 4:27 AM

Thank you, my dear, for considering me deserving. Sweet of you, and thanks for the seven.

Justin Bordner

August 25, 2014 at 1:09 AM

Love insubstantial makes a heart so fragile, the medicine you need shall make you bleed, the love will come true with speed. Sometimes the love we need does recede only to return happily Eileen. Your sorrow and confusion appear so clear in this poem of sharp feeling Eileen. Your voice remains so beautiful. J.A.B.

Eileen Manassian

August 25, 2014 at 4:30 AM

Thanks ever so much, Justin. What can I say about love? It is capricious and at times fickle. Or perhaps that is infatuation and lust. Love is sometimes not a feeling, but a decision to see things through. That is what is termed sacrificial love. Few have it for it is divinely granted when asked for. I appreciate your visits...as always!

Laura Breidenthal

August 24, 2014 at 7:32 PM

"Beclouded are my thoughts with foggy stain" Such an intriguing and original line. I much like this verse you wrote. I can feel the sickness, the pain and the overwhelming gloom enshrouding in a dark blanket of mist. Awesome work. Always, Laura

Eileen Manassian

August 25, 2014 at 4:32 AM

I'm glad you picked out a line that resonates with you, Laura. I actually an enthralled by mist and fog. I attended a wedding up in the mountains this summer and the mist and fog gave it this fairytale touch. For the contest, I chose to go with dark. Thanks for your insights. I appreciate it!

Charmaine Chircop

August 24, 2014 at 4:57 PM

con't- poem,Well deserved sweety.Now,re this poem,it transmits a deep sentiment .a deep feeling of pain,to be misted by that pain..and how I wish that mist of pain transmits into a glistening dew of joy.A powerful take on Eileen,I think Nette is going to love it dear,Charma

Eileen Manassian

August 25, 2014 at 4:33 AM

:) Joy comes with visits of those whom I love. :) Thanks, my sweet. There are some awfully great entries for this contest. I'm not too hopeful. We shall see. The phone thing can be SO frustrating. I know exactly what you mean. Hope it gets fixed soon! Hugs

Charmaine Chircop

August 24, 2014 at 4:53 PM

Hi sweetie..I'm leaving my comment from laptop,cause I can't seem to view the site in the same way it used to be,I emailed tps who said nothing was changed ,so Im thinking Christina pressed something on my phone,Till I get it fixed,I ll use laptop which is somehow less comfy for me to use in the dark whilst everyone is asleep,that s the reason for lack of comment yesterday,but here I am ,I read your thanks re a sonnet written for you and re having the poem of the day,I loved that mistress moon

Maurice Yvonne

August 24, 2014 at 11:32 AM

really good. an intelligent take on the topic. good luck with this contest.

Eileen Manassian

August 25, 2014 at 4:34 AM

Thanks, Maurice. Intelligent is nice. Love that adjective! :)

Dr. Upma A. Sharma

August 24, 2014 at 11:09 AM

Oh that's a brilliant take on this theme Eileen! Real creative pen u hv!

Eileen Manassian

August 25, 2014 at 4:34 AM

Thanks, my sweet caring Dr Upma. You are as sweet as honey!

Richard Lamoureux

August 24, 2014 at 8:14 AM

This is a very effective metophor for pain. There have been times when my emotions have left me feeling like I am wading through deep water and I am unable to swim. The other thing that came to mind was becoming an emotional anorexic due to an insubstantial love.

Eileen Manassian

August 25, 2014 at 4:36 AM

I hope you never face pain, Richard. You don't deserve it. I wish you sunny days and calm waters, my dear. Hugs