I woke in the misty misty sky.
Two veiled hills, you and I,
Am I beyond
the edge of all that was near?
Am I nowhere, can you still hear
under the pond
I love that: “two veiled hills.” And oh, the agony of rhetoric. Thank you.
thank you billi. shrouded is over-played
Love the foggy thoughts under the misty misty sky ~ The complexities of a relationship ~
says a lot in a few words… the use of metaphor is awesome
thank you, anthony. crept in on cat’s paws was already taken
Skillful use of metaphor – planished beneath the pond – Wow – solid!
thank you, gay, humbly
I don’t know if it was what you intended, but this spoke to me of loss and separation, grief and regret – with a side order of longing.
all of the above
Oh, this is a wonderful poem, Ray. I feel sadness here, too.
thank you, laurie
Amazing. So good.
thank you, shanyns
Concise. I agree with Gay, excellent use of metaphor.
thank you, pamela
Beautiful. I feel the longing in this, love this poem.
thank you, ayala. you write beautiful poems yourself
Nice rhythm and rhyme. Made me get my dictionary out – Planished (great word!). Thanks for sharing.
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Ray Sharp, The Bard of Liminga