Best Mistily Poems

We see ourselves unimpeded initially 

Some are stricken with a view artificially 

We are told by others very specifically

There is a ceiling so proceed timidly

We try in vain with no support futilely

As we age blazing the path dizzily 

Sometimes we see the results dismally

Eventually we...

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The man stumbled on, wanting to get as far away as possible
the sights he had seen and lived through too terrible to contemplate.
How could another human deliberately inflict such awful things on another.
He could see a gentle stream of smoke arising from the distant chimney
and...

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another day in the woods. on Strawberry ridge
looking out over undulating green hills to
the next great wall of mountains. the last
morning clouds left from last night's storm
hanging in the valley mistily. the sun eventually
burns them away.

the respect between old Paul Karlsen and I continues
to exist....

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Hark, it is the sea that lures me,
It murmurs slowly, it roars out loud.
It brushes lightly on the shingles,
It washes roughly brackish crags,
And as its moods yields to its whims,
It holds me firmly in its spell, 
It holds me in its everlasting thrill. 
Every blessed...

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I.

Oh please, not to fade so fast into the afternoon
The one that is scattering in a goldenly swooning loneliness
The one that is shattering at a purply time of faintness
And the one whose wind is playing with so many violins

Because the wind will flow away a...

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sharp wind and snowfall 
etched name on ancient mountain 
light archs-cut angles 


mists circle summit
chilled lava rock formations 
Pele vacations

night falls mistily
artistic rain brushed dreamscape
Mauna Kea sleeps 

Mauna Kea, located on "The Big Island of Hawaii" is Hawaii's largest Volcano,usually having 
snow atop the summit...

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A spirit of dreams
I haunt subconscious
 	wells. Alone in the vast,
unconscious realm of man's dreams, 
I heal. Mistily, floating in moonbeams

I spell love and truth.
These are my essence and dimension,
no intervention.  My dust reveals all.

Down the twisting spiral
of minds I go, touching each chamber
of...

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I return each year to make my peace
I wade through  quilts of grass and stone
Beside the  mounds, of cold damp earth
And pray it's true.......that angels hear
Will gather 'round to listen, now

I need to know that somewhere there
is someone close, to feel my breath
To...

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I look across the rays of morning sun,
The roosting birds first day flight has begun,
They soar up high and swoop and swirl as one.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
My gaze lifts to where the air is colder
And thick clouds drift o’er the mountain’s...

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Dwindling sands of the hourglass
it's neither dusk or dawn.
As time quickly passes
and then the dreaming's gone.

Remnants of the dream
drift mistily in and out of mind.
Elusive it would seem
in the farthest corners where it hides.

Teasing me with fragments
a sense of déjà vu.
Morning came and morning went
and...

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feather light, sky bright
kite high in the firmament
the white doves of stars;
mystically, mistily
whispering our yesterdays

© Gail Foster 31st December 2016...

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And the people were fascinated by the
sssa!
Lava touches water,
cools.
Water heats.
Water wraps its hands around the melting
earth, to choke it, smash it, crush it.
Reduce it to its powerless state.
Then
sssa!
Earth and water consume each other.
Water, flown apart, simply rises.
Earth must be quelled, drawn downward.  Gravity does...

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Shut eye tired sun hidden, dark deals are bidden
               Crept beneath deepening mystery 
  Seen by benevolent moon, blatant sins forgiven


   White kindness laid table service savoury array
...

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Every writer's work
a soulful surgery

we draw from mysterious
substance, submerged man's core
in fluids indefinable – amniotic sea of source
buoyant, yet only mistily determinable, unknown
were it not for subtle leaking

sort of a chill, in search of its draft

a stutter, keeping its voice from 
apparent reason

how can I...

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Smoke rings ring my Father's song 
Like floating stanza's 
Of years now gone 
With forted form 
They levitate 
Then slowly 
Mistily 
Dissipate...

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