shrouded in foggy unknowing
is drizzle down man and surrender
that that wavering shore sits too far
to ever swim to and not drown
and so he sits, waiting for mist
to come to him in its way
that will disguise the gruesome
groveling of him not being ready
ever
because his faith is wrapped
so tightly around him
that it is strangled by his needs
for warmth and knowing
just what it is that comes
unraveled like cotton thread
rubbed raw where he beat his chest
Author notes
Image #1 as prompt....the site will nto let me download a bitmap image....
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A contest entry
- Image Inspired by silverscent.
385 points, ended June 15, 2008, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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There are some really intense and vivid images in this which I enjoyed. The use of pathetic fallacy around he word "faith" and the painful stand of man beating his chest at the end were my favourites. Thanks for entering.
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ty for the silver for this poem. I do appreciate yoru comments as well.
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"and so he sits, waiting for mist
to come to him in its way"
As it always seems to do, for those who reside within shadows' grasp. Good luck in the contest, my Friend. 
Wanda
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ah yes...I have stopped sitting in duh shade....I am a professional sun-seeker now..jokes! *hugs*
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as I rustle with thoughts
these chills pull my arms
tighter to me
the struggle within myself
free me, free me
Mal
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if I had a magic wand...pfffffffffffffftttttt...you'd be saved.
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So many pictures float to mind when reading these words, written with such economy to pare away the superficial and hit nerve and bone. Well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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ty, you have given me a compliment...I truly appeciate it.
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