Shadow Hamilton Poet Verse

Visions In the Mist

As dawn breaks across the rugged land,
vague shapes begin to blurrily appear.
images of mythical creatures now seen
briefly then brushed away they dissolve.

Is it these images that give legends birth?
the tales of Unicorns and dragons?
The stories of three headed beasts
that wander through the mist shrouds?

Pea soup mists that you can almost push aside
abruptly vanishing as the sun burns them off.
Leaving the landscape we all know and accept
yet memories remain of fantastical things.

That re-emerge in our dreams
leaving us with uncertainty and
knowledge deep down within
that mist cloaks and blinds
what lies beyond the veils of time

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John Posey May 27, 2015 at 9:35 PM Great writing, Shadow.... I am so happy to be back in the PSoup. I was out for some time but now realize how much I missed. You described, in this one, some of the same things I envision by just closing my eyes..... It's great to see you are still wielding a talented pen.... I missed you guys..... Love Ya..... Hugs.... Jake Shadow Hamilton May 28, 2015 at 3:55 AM hi Jake good to see you back. ty for enjoying this poem hugs

Kelly Deschler May 10, 2015 at 12:07 PM Those fantastical things always inspire, don't they? As writers we have the ability to dream up a few of our own... I truly enjoyed your wonderful, mystical poem, Shadow. Very well penned! Shadow Hamilton May 10, 2015 at 6:17 PM ty Kelly always pleasure to have you visit hugs

Connie Marcum Wong May 9, 2015 at 6:33 PM I often think of people writing about things they have envisioned that they believe to be real. The more fantastical the more exciting the story handed down until it may seem as real as anything that exists. Long before books were written, stories were told, over and over, embellished with flair until they became myth. Of course some of these myths were of true origin. I love your version very much in this romanticized expression. 7 Shadow Hamilton May 10, 2015 at 6:16 PM as you say things get distorted as they are repeated Connie ty for reading hugs

Constance La France May 8, 2015 at 6:10 PM Shadow, you have written a very visual and magical poem with many wonderful words and phrases, well done 7 and thanks for my great placement in your Memorable Vacation Contest, I am very honoured Shadow Hamilton May 8, 2015 at 6:31 PM ty Connie hugs

Andrea Dietrich May 8, 2015 at 2:28 PM a mysterious one. I never heard of pea soup mists before and really enjoyed how you described them! Shadow Hamilton May 8, 2015 at 6:31 PM back in the days of gas lamps pea soupers in big cities were common Andrea caused by contamination hugs

Gary Bateman May 8, 2015 at 7:15 AM Hello Shadow, Quiet an enchanting verse write here!! The visions you portray in the mist here gives the reader much to ponder and to question perhaps "what lies beyond the veils of time." A Superb Job!! A "7" + FAV!! Best Always, Gary (P.S. I was away for the 2 1/2 months finishing my book of poetry which was just released worldwide on April 9th, entitled: "Conversations with My Muse." It's great to be back to read your poetry once again Shadow!! -- Best!! GB). Shadow Hamilton May 8, 2015 at 6:29 PM ty Gary hugs soup mail

Nette Onclaud May 8, 2015 at 3:29 AM how magical is this, shadow... i enjoyed this dreamy feel with you..huggs Shadow Hamilton May 8, 2015 at 6:28 PM ty Nette hugs

Judy Konos May 7, 2015 at 12:36 PM I love this poem...I only shrug my shoulders to think that now I must make Pea Soup, it's my one weakness....Thanks for posting... Shadow Hamilton May 7, 2015 at 6:56 PM ty Judy hugs