I see the mist that obsesses you;
For the life of me, I can't see through it--
No cold logic,
No corporeal light
Will pernetrate those clinging droplets.
Did you see the waning sun,
That last web of light he casts into the clouds?
If I could catch that and shine it into you,
Would I then understand?
If I walk along the wide road
That sprawls in front of the church at night
And catch the light that rolls off the prayer garden,
Would that dissipate the haze
And bring on a clear, fresh morning?
Author notes
An edited poem I deleted a few days ago.
Written June 26th, 2004
A contest entry
- Creatively Cryptic by Singer-of-the-old-harmonies.
400 points, ended July 8, 2004, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Thank you!
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well...i can just say i loved it
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Wow, so lovely and powerful and confusing and cryptic! Your imagery is brilliant, and it's sort of haunting, extremely, extremely good.
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perfect yet sad
I see the mist that obsesses you;
For the life of me, I can't see through it--
No cold logic,
No coroporeal light
Will pernetrate those clinging droplets.
Did you see the waning sun,
That last web of light he casts into the clouds?
If I could catch that and shine it into you,
Would I then understand?
If I walk along the wide road
That sprawls in front of the church at night
And catch the light that rolls off the prayer garden,
Would that dissipate the haze
And bring on a clear, fresh morning?
-that is really really good!
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