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 learn to climb skillfully
We began to achieve sufficiently
Eventually finding success brilliantly
Living life with dreams so vividly
Sadly, a haunting voice still speaks flippantly
Reminding us of the ceiling frigidly
We remain in the arena mistily
Each overcautious step taken judicially
We endure the voice shouting viciously
The battle to continue is done willfully
Categories:
mistily, psychological,
Form: Monorhyme
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 truly love
my God! my Christ!
when trapped on a page
with a pen pressured down
mostly always printing in
favor of
self-serving
human treason
Categories:
mistily, christian, creation, feelings, humanity,
Form: Free verse
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
Ghost woven cloth spread mistily
Holds hottest options which daylight won't avail
Atop endless selections, ravenous diner imbibes
Most dishes devoured deliciously
Serene spotted moon smiled fat will never chastise
Night crumbles memory, black chocolate splinter
Kept quiet in ten hour slice of history
Melted by Summer sultry, frozen rose stem of Winter
Jovial diamond jives, moon lake ripple refraction
Dwells in water's waver inconsistently
Told lies transform to truth for short lived satisfaction
Lured by beguiling bounce, harlequin blanket swim
Brings ill considered next day ignominy
Impure intent in obscure of nuit secures sinful whim
8th December
- Wait for starlight surrender -
Categories:
mistily, extended metaphor, fantasy, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
Water falls off the hillsides;
Vapor mistily spits drops;
Within the moment of sunrise;
the lightening stops;
~
Water rains down again falls;
From the cloudy skies;
Evaporates air, dries;
Thunder shakes and stalls;
6/3/19
Categories:
mistily, adventure, allegory, environment, imagery,
Form: Jueju
Smoke rings ring my Father's song
Like floating stanza's
Of years now gone
With forted form
They levitate
Then slowly
Mistily
Dissipate
Categories:
mistily, imagination,
Form: I do not know?
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 still I have no clue.
Night time is coming
not a moment too soon.
Slipping silently into dreaming
under the rising moon.
ALesiach © 3/31/2017
Categories:
mistily, dream, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
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 shoulder.
In Cape Town, Table Mountain is white caped,
With cloth like clouds it is mistily draped,
The neighbouring peak is lion head shaped.
Signal Hill’s resident wind gives a lift
To the Para gliders who take off, drift.
All give my camera a morning gift.
Categories:
mistily, africa, beauty, bird, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
feather light, sky bright
kite high in the firmament
the white doves of stars;
mystically, mistily
whispering our yesterdays
© Gail Foster 31st December 2016
Categories:
mistily, bird, new year, night,
Form: Tanka
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 mood. Nightly, embedding crystals of hope,
I span eternally good.
My hair holds the fragrance
of all the worlds’ flowers,
my breath is the mist of miracles.
My voice pleads to soldiers in battle.
My grief fills earth's oceans with tears.
I am the comfort of mothers.
I am the keeper of fears.
Infinity cannot contain me,
for, I am the Messenger of Peace.
Written October 1999
116 words
For Laura Loos Free Verse in 150 or less words
Categories:
mistily, beauty, dream, hope, peace,
Form: Free verse
There came a cloud like lady,
Down onto the sea,
Mistily clothed she came to me,
All about me I could see.
She told of things I wished to know,
Displaying things she wished to show,
She said of places we could go
And there we'd watch more clouds grow.
Twigs and rocks and shells we found,
Softly music drifted all around,
And flowering trees and plants abound
With fruits, and grass covering the ground.
A dream perhaps this may be,
I'll only have to wait and see.
Categories:
mistily, happiness,
Form: Sonnet
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 year round.
Categories:
mistily, nature, places
Form: Haiku