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
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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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