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Forlorn Mist
by Kate DemereeI have become the gray ghost
Mist that shrouds your form
Swirling, eddying at your feet
Cloaking your line of retreat
No substance, just muggy dreams
You refuse hope, will not hold
Yet I will not leave you in peace
Uneasy feeling, you attempt to fold
Into neat little squares
Pack away in a trunk
Save for a rainy day
Shall I go on bended knee
Before the monk
Who would place bread on my tongue
While holding my head
Pouring his wine down my throat
In communion of love
09/03/2003 Posted on 09/03/2003
Copyright © 2025 Kate Demeree
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Richard D Frederick on 09/04/03 at 12:07 AM i enjoyed this, i really think the division of the two stanzas couldn't be in a better place, and each stanza is ended well (indeed, the highlights of the poem is the way you end the two parts of it!) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/04/03 at 03:26 PM a wonder of words where beauty resides. |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 09/04/03 at 09:43 PM Some real potent images here Kate. I especially liked "Cloaking your line of retreat" and "No substance, just muggy dreams." And the last stanza just begs an answer... Quite tantalizing! |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 09/05/03 at 06:18 AM ah, to feel the tendrils of such a mist...and to be ensnared in its charms...wonderful poem, Kate, no doubt holding a meaning to you beyond the words |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 09/07/03 at 06:00 PM a very taunting piece.. i love it! thank you |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 09/08/03 at 02:58 AM this is one of the best title's i've seen in a while, the poetry is stunning. great job :) |
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