Poems from the mist

sorenbarrett

It comes as a cloud without form but envelops me at times,

blurring my vision and at others sunlight breaks through in great clarity.

I can breath its moisture, smelling the rain before it falls.

My heart salivates for its taste. Drops moisten, rivulets form pools

and in torrents it flows. So much water but none I can drink.

It must be purified, filtered and distilled.

So much wasted, lost and consumed it returns to its source

the great salt sea of flowing evaporated ideas.

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  • orchidee

    Good write SB.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thanks Orchi I appreciate your read and comment

    • Teddy.15

      Just when there's one right there puffff, it's gone, I always have these moments when I'm most tired or in bed, I try to think of a word that will remind me of the thoughts in the morning, but actually that doesn't work either, my muse can be a bitch but a gal has to sleep, super imagery as always. 🌹

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you Teddy for the read and comment it is as always most appreciated. Yes sleep with pen and paper aside the bed.

        • Teddy.15

          🤣

        • Soman Ragavan

          The poet notes that there is plenty of water but it must be treated before being drunk. “So much water but none I can drink…”
          “Water, water everywhere,
          Nor any drop to drink…”
          --Coleridge (1772-1834) : “The Ancient Mariner.” The mariners were on a boat at sea. They could see plenty of sea water but none that they had to drink.
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          • sorenbarrett

            And whether true or not I heard that they were where a river outlet reached the sea and with the pouring of freshwater into the sea at that point could probably have drank the water. Ignorance can impede proper action at least so they say. Thank you so much Soman for your read and kind words they are appreciated

          • Paul Bell

            Sometimes words are like torrents of rain and the pen rocks.
            Most times bang on four in the morning, it forms, and any sensible git would write it down, but you don't cos it was so clear.
            Don't have to tell you the rest. lol

            • sorenbarrett

              Thank you Paul I appreciate your read and comment. It is true that true poetic thoughts are fleeting and if not written down at the moment evaporate.

            • Sakwa Franc

              Great work Soren

              • sorenbarrett

                Thank you Sakwa I appreciate your review and kind words of support

              • Friendship

                Your poem revolves around the ephemeral nature of inspiration and creativity, likened to mist and rain. The poet experiences moments of clarity and confusion, suggesting that creative thoughts can be elusive and difficult to grasp. reflects the relationship between inspiration (the "cloud" and "rain") and the struggle to capture and refine those ideas (the need for purification and filtration).

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thank you Friendship for the read and interpretation. Yes you are correct in this ephemeral nature of inspiration and its need for filtration and purification to be drinkable.

                  • Friendship

                    You're most welcome, Sorenbarrett.

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    Soren, this is a strong piece, my friend. The ebb between clarity and obscurity mirrors the inner weather so well, and the image of undrinkable abundance gives the whole piece its emotional gravity. It is contemplative, unresolved, and deeply human. Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thank you so much Tristan for your read and comment it is on target noting the issues of the undrinkable and need to filter. Much we loose that returns to the source. Your words are always appreciated

                      • Tristan Robert Lange

                        Too true, my friend Much indeed. You are most welcome!

                      • arqios

                        That’s the ideal font size, large print for me all the way 👍🏻🙏🏻

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Thanks Cryptic for the read, yes my eyes aren't getting any better either.

                          • arqios

                            Most welcome Soren 🕊️🙏

                          • Goldfinch60

                            Fine words soren, that mist will always come round again and again.

                            Andy

                            • sorenbarrett

                              Thanks so much Andy I appreciate your review and kind words of encouragement

                            • aDarkerMind

                              am even more impressed with this one Soren...
                              every line a gem my friend.

                              • sorenbarrett

                                Thank you so much Melvin your words are most appreciated

                              • NafisaSB

                                so what is filtered and comes through is truly beautiful and memorable..but do not let the others fade with the mist of time, capture them before they are gone

                                • sorenbarrett

                                  Thank you so much for the read and kind words of encouragement they are deeply appreciated

                                  • NafisaSB

                                    you are such a prolific writer - keep it up

                                  • cully45

                                    Liked it a lot.

                                    • sorenbarrett

                                      Thank you so much Cully I appreciate your read and comment



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