I run along a road.
Shadows rise up.
I welcome the cold.
Envelope me in
tendrils of vapor.
Find my lips –
taste the bitterness
of cruel words
I’ve ingested.
Wrap me in
a cloak of haze.
Dim my thoughts
of gracious days.
Let the fog hover
over me like
a nebulous lover.
Sighing, I disappear
into the misty air.
Photograph by RV JOHN. Click HERE to visit and follow his blog.
I love the dreaminess of this, and there’s a fairy tale aspect to it, too.
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Little Red Riding Hood was here! Lol. Thank you so much, Merril.
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Cool
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It was a cool and misty morning. Thanks Martian!
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Great
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The mist, an enchanting place to hide. I’ll meet you there 😊
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After we play hide ‘n seek, I want to play tag! You’re it!! 🏃🏽
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You can run, but you can’t hide!! lol 🙋🏻
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don’t leave
Not yet
I barely have known
I know the mysteries
The indecision
How the airs can change
But you I’ve waited……
A friend like yours
Ah will never be the same
The Sheldon Perspective
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When the time comes for me to leave, I’ll place you in my bosom. When I miss you when we’re apart, I’ll remember to just feel the beating of my heart. Aw, I smiled at your words, Shel! Thank you. 💋❤️
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I Love this Rose.
Full of great imagery and wonder. 😃
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I was imagining jogging down Bernard Boulevard with my favorite British friend. Thank you dear Alan. xo
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Watch out for spaceships.
Bernard Boulevard is notorious for them. 🚀
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Quite right! We wouldn’t want to disappear now. 👽
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hey Rose
I never can help myself
your always so……..
It’s just something
That came to be
Sheldon
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It was beautiful, Shel! Every word made me swoon. Have a lovely Sunday! Kisses for your girls. 😘
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You have fun today
Me I’ll just hobbled along
As always Sheldon
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A gorgeous piece Rose ❤
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Pieces of mist are difficult to gather. Thanks very much Kim! ❤️💐
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You are always most welcome my friend💕
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Lovely piece of writing… vivid imagery! Beautiful, Rose. ❤
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Thanks Iris! The fog holds secrets. ❤️😊
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Lovely an appropriate for this season of mists
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Season of mists — my favorite! Many thanks Lady Sol. 🌹
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Beautiful piece, and loved your rendering of it.
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I appreciate your lovely words! 😊🌹
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A beauty in surrendering to the darkness.
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Why fight the inevitable? We all will disappear into the mist at some point. Thanks Chuck!
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Dark and elegant… just the right words to welcome winter in.
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Lovely statement! Thank you JC. 🎃
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It’s beautiful
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Thank you! 🙂
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Lovely poem, yet again.
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Ah, thank you, Stephen!
Do you carve pumpkins with your children for Halloween, by the way?
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Grew 4 this year. My son has grown out of this kind of activity for now. My daughter might do some carving next weekend. I hope so.
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I think that’s great you grew four of them! We have a pumpkin carving contest on my other blog if you’d like to submit your daughter’s pumpkin. There’s a $50 Amazon or eBay gift card for a prize which we’d just email to the winner. It’s open to anyone who’d just write “SMM” on a piece of paper and take a pic of that with the pumpkin. You can send the photo to me if you guys decide to give it a go. We’ll post the photo, as well.
Anyway, just an idea, okay? It would be fun. 🙂
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We’ll give it a go, and enter if the carvings are any good.
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Terrific! The carving doesn’t have to be perfect, and I’ll post the pics on my blog, too. SMM is a very dark place for kids, and this blog is somewhat more tame 😀
Hope to see the carvings! If your son changes his mind, he’s more than welcome to join in, too. We just ask the photos to be sent in by the 27th or 29th.
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Loved this !
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Thanks! I am happy you enjoyed it 🙂
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It’s a poetic tale you depicted. Really did enjoy reading it 🙂
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Well captured and read atmosphere
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Thanks so much, Sir Knight. The mist moves in mysterious ways. 😊
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What wonderful words and thoughts come from that fertile mind you possess, Y’r such a star.
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My mind does grow some pretty wild crops! Much obliged, Paula. 🎃
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A amazing piece love
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Thanks darling! 🌹
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You’re welcome
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Beneath a nebulous lover is the perfect place to hide from bitter words. 🙂
Lovely, Rose, and your voice adds to it.
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Thanks a lot Kat! Your sweet compliments are much appreciated. 🙂
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You’re most welcome!
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Nebulous lovers are the best kind of lovers!
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I agree! They don’t take up any room in bed, and they have these amazing tendril vapor arms. ☁️🌬
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A misty and mystic dream. Your words have painted a picture which is as beautiful as the photographed one. 🙂
Happy Halloween, dear Rose ❤ Wish you everything best in your life. Stay blessed and keep on scaring us 😀
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I’ve missed you and was so very happy to read your sweet words. 🙂
Thank you very much, lovely Mani! I will try to not lose my frightful ways. 💛 💙 💜
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Yay…great… 😀 ❤
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This one is a very lovely poem too. A couple of your commenters mentioned dreamy, which I think is a good description of the atmosphere of it. Disappearing into the nebulous air sounds like something I’d like to do if I have some memories I’d rather forget.
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Many thanks BunK! It would be a godsend to banish some memories into a nebulous fog.
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It would, wouldn’t it? 😀
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I too would love to disappear in these dreamy thoughts dear Rose. 🙂
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Oh, don’t disappear too long, Somali — you’ve only just come back! Lovely to hear from you again. 🙂
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Ha ha Poet. Yes I have to be regular again….:-)
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Beautiful image! No wonder it inspired this ethereal poem.
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Thank you, my lovely friend! I see some very inspiring photos in your posts and will visit very soon. I did send DD over to your blog to check up on your amazing creativity and to give you our deepest gratitude for the shout out. Such an honor! Happy Halloween, Inese. 🎃 xo
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You two work too hard, Rose. I wouldn’t mind if you visit my blog in turns 😉 I think it would be only fair. Happy Halloween, dear friend! ❤
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I love visiting your blog and I’m on my way there now. Happy Halloween, darling Inese! ❤
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I do love your visits, Rose, but I worry that you spend too much time on computer. I know how it is. You can send Dead D to me every second week ( I love his sweet face), and it will make things easier for you. You both are my dear friends – inseparable 😉
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Thank you, Inese! I value your opinion a great deal. DD, too! He is a cute guy, and I enjoyed drawing him. We do love visiting you. 🙂 xo
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Thank you ❤
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Takes me back to the UK and my wintery walks. Tx Rose
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I didn’t know you were British, Andy! Glad my poem took you home. I appreciate your visit!!
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Wonderful! ^_^
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Much obliged, Sin! 💋
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There is a mist and a mysteriousness about this one, Rose! I like it ❤
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Ah, thank you very much, charming Christy! ❤ xo
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This is so WOW!
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I’m always happy to know you read my work. 🌹
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It makes me happy to read it! I love the way poetry is so vibrant these days. When I was younger it seemed to be a dying art form.
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Ha! I think it’s only a dying art form when we’re younger. Only as we grow old does it become cool. 😀
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He he! Could be correct!
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I really like this. It is totally me.
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I know the feeling.
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