Poem -
Not Quite
A mist, hanging in the air
A halo āround a streetlamp
A sidewalk, not quite straight
And not yet crooked
Night is now or soon
A dome of clouds, far off
A creeping feeling beckons
Waiting for you to be alone
No creak of branching boughs
No rush of windy voices
No sound emerging from the
Not-quite dark nor light
Not to be deterred
Nor turned away
You continue into
The all-consuming night
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Comments
An enchanting, well written poetic stroll on a dark and mist-filled night, Anna's Pen.
I especially enjoyed the following;
It is one thing to be alone.
But it is another thing entirely to be lonely.
Beautifully done,
~Dean Kuch