(sonnet # CCCCLXXXIV)
That vap'rous white, myster'ous ghost whose veil
Cloaks life, creating unknown where once were
But boring vistas stretching 'round, whose blur
In whispers twisting softly, hill and vale
Just covers, thus erasing all details
In gentle moisture's tender breath, th'allure
Of what might lie hid, buried now, obscure
Half teases, quite romances when't assails.
And how I love its dear embrace! Its light,
Pervading touch that charms where'er it goes;
Its phantom presence suits my appetite
For such charades and mystic overthrows
Of ordinary dullness, as its sleight
In subtle cheer of mist my world o'erflows.
22Jan12
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 22nd, 2012 22:02
- Comment from author about the poem: Oh, it is so very gently misty/foggy! Too romantic, aye. That might be sufficient to charm the day, but when I ventured out into it, la, the effect of Winter on fog eclipsed other misty times of the year as frost decorated every little thing. I thought to try a tribute and thus began. Not only was this first sonnet a chore, but also it failed to pay the tribute. Hence the next after this. Two too many?
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Have you published your poems in books or something?
You write so beautifully and professionally. I read some of your poems and I am surprised I only saw you name on here not somewhere else. This poem is very well written. It's written with thought and understanding.
Thank you very much. No, I am just a little nobody. I am only published online so far, on the few sites I am registered as a user. For over half a year now friendly folk have been urging me to try being published in the real world, which is my dream. Maybe someday soon that will come to pass. For now, I am merely online. Thanks very much for your kind comment.
I am speaking the truth. I am sure that someday maybe in a year or two I will be reading your published work outside of online publishing.
This is magnificently written Cheeky Missy, and because of a certain appreciation of the macabre, I was immediately drawn to read this; by the title alone.
The flow of this sonnet is wrapped with beautiful imagery, yet simultaneously has a most painful yearning.
Well worth a favouriting, bravo and I hope that all is well.
Thank you so VERY much! I do so cherish mist and fog, even though I drive.
You are very welcome, and please do take care behind the wheel!
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