Poem -
Mist
The air itself has stolen my valley.Β
It has cloaked my woods.Β
Enfolding, wrapping the skeletal trees in grey.Β
There is no wind.Β
No breeze.Β
The soft air reminds meΒ
that feeling free does not require a vista.Β
It is just the state of being me.Β
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Lovely write. Px
Thank you Pratibha,Β
Misty days have there own magic.Β
NigelΒ
I love this Nigel. Brilliant imagery. Iβve just sent you a private message. Let me know what you think.Β
Tracey x
Hi Tracey I have just sent the email address but I'm crap at technology so I can only hope.Β
Excellent write!
Thank you so much LisaΒ
NigelΒ
Nigel, this is a beautiful, beautiful poem. It really is. How you have managed to write something so beautiful about fog is just brilliant. Pinned ππ x
Ah Tina I think staring at it all day might of helped.Β
Clever poem Nigel. Love your enveloping write. Kudos to you! Peace and smiles too! Kind regards. TFOTSΒ
Thank you so much. Fog can feel comfortingΒ
NigelΒ
Ah!!...how the state of being you....brings up such powerful imagery and wonderful insight!!.....ALWAYS a pleasure Sir NIGEL!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xoΒ : )
Thank you so much Tony, so good to hear from you my friend. I love misty days.Β
NigelΒ
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Is it a state of mind in mist, or a state of mist in mind? Very intriguing piece.
Interesting question as well. I'll ponder that Yiyan. Thanks.Β
NigelΒ