Melancholy is a dreary morning;
hidden within our souls
like mist spread over the marsh—
upon the stagnant waters
and the treetops
that refuse to drown.
Spring's gentle prelude,
Swallows fly into the mist—
Seeking distant skies.
Sometimes thin, like a cloud,
Scattered and foggy, it drifts,
Softly down or too high,
Silent mist turns to art,
Shadows grow dark and heavy,
Sunlight makes it bright and moving,
Steady shield, just a cloud like me.
the mist attenuates mountains until distance inherits the burden of lost memory
A One-liner
Contest Judged: 8/28/2026 12:49:00 AM
Sponsored by: Suzette Richards
(1st Place)
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest: EIGHT BY EIGHT Poetry Contest
Date: August 1, 2026
Fog Between Souls
Silent woods now hold wind echoes.
Grey mist veils our cold, frozen path.
Thick fog stands between you and me.
Dodder wrapped around both our souls.
Rootless, it drained all of our hope.
Broken leaves wept right at our feet.
Who stole our sweet love into fog?
Only silence softly answered.
Monday is here and there is nothing to fear, the sun has gone down, and the moon has turned around; time is hanging on the tree and patience is waiting for thee. I booked a ticket to sunset land to observe what was going on, the air was not clear and lots of racketeering was going on over there, so I set my ship a sail and move towards of the rail, but as I approached the center of the sea, a sudden mist came out of nowhere and filled the sky that hangs over the sea. The boats were moving about but no one could see what was transpiring in the deep blue sea. Everything came to a standstill, but the mist kept moving rapidly up the stoic hill. Throw the carcass into the sea and let the spirit walk with thee. The creatures of the sea will have a feast and dine with the carcass until the day is done. There is mist over the sea and it is taking my energy away from me, so clear it up before it starts swelling up your gut. There is a mist over the sea, and it is following thee.
As the flowing river runs toward the sea,
Like the London Eye gazing upon the Thames,
My eternal love simply flows away.
Even in the moment we hold hands,
Looking into each other's eyes,
And whisper our love,
As the Thames flows beneath the London Bridge,
My love, too, simply flows away like that.
My love also vanishes
Into an unknown, fleeting mist,
And the chimes of Big Ben echo through the fog,
Leaving only tears to flow within my memories.
My love was the wave of my eternal sea,
Crying out toward you.
Oh, thou chimes echoing through the mist,
Toll for me!
My love still remains with you.
Oh, thou darkness within the mist,
Come to me!
Carrying my tears upon the River Thames,
I shall offer my love to you,
For someday, my love
Will come before the London Eye.
O fierce wind, that seems to shake
A thousand years of time!
Come to me.
O my light, that seems to pierce
Through the clouds of the vast sky!
On the day you come to my side,
For your sake,
I shall become the chimes of Big Ben!
In the morning
We didn’t walk toward that city’s river
We emerged in afternoon
From the darkness of the alleys
And wandered silently
Through its narrow streets
for hours.
The river surprised us
Flowing toward a bank we couldn’t see
I said, Come
This water flows just for us
Come before the sun sets.
There’s no bridge over the river for us to cross, you replied.
We stood in silence.
The day passed like a stranger before us,
We entered the room of night
We lay down
Waiting for the lake’s mist
To cover our dreams.
Written: May 31, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
1st place contest winner
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Fiery orange sparks fade out to strip the day,
showing a vessel of velvet in eerie, flirty ballet.
Night stares and dances under cosmic skies;
She winks, giggles, and lifts her starry eyes.
Her crescent lips cast shadows on the haze,
glinting with love to assess my adoring gaze.
MOURNING MIST-:-
sighs
sparks
ascend
gripping
griefs
of EVANESCENCE FADES
mushroom
tainted
death
impermanence
glides
an ÉLAN VITAL
transitory
Buddha’s
ephemerality
achieves
nirvana
A veil of loneliness falls about like a mist ~
A fog that stirs and blurs my vision.
I can't help but wish you'd appear out of nowhere
as if that were even possible...
Sometimes I'm imagining I too were dead
so I could again be by your side.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
There is a tall clock in that hall.
We know that it's been there forever
but we cock an ear before we can hear it,
before paying enough attention.
Yet it is there, we know that - sometimes.
It seems to know that we are here - all times.
It is so serious while we laugh.
What a one-way tick-tock tryst -
it can be missed when attention is but a mist.
(placed here 16 May 2026)
Through emerald hush where sunbeams softly splinter,
A quiet form appears in velvet brown,
The dappled fawn, a living dream of winter,
Whose liquid eyes reflect the woodland town.
They leap with grace that puts the wind to shame,
A gentle soul, a silent, wilder art frame,
With head held high, they claim their rightful fame.
No less eerily
Or mystically
What thick hangs, a dream forest
Now this park o'er.
And no less spellbound
Therein, unfound!
Realm of the haunted! Time-frozed.
Flash back encounters!
As one's firefly, the other's
Girl sprite glows for.
Mist gathers on the hollowed air,
a pale hush trembling toward dawn,
listening for the unseen.
Moon-threads loosen from the sky,
falling like quiet thought,
listening for the unseen.
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