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Friday, May 22, 2009

Trees in the Mist

Photo by Lisa
Lisa's blog - Wearin' My Heart on My Sleeve
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Suggested prompt...
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Offer a bit of creative writing for this image.



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THE MIST OF TIME

Hugging the bark like a fine silk glove
The mist encircled the trees
Coating each branch with the careless moisture
Left over at the breaking of dawn

What beauty beholds the thirsty eyes
At this causal offering of nature's finest moment
Blurred and fuzzy like an old photograph
Whispering the essence of a time gone by

Why can't life be as simple as this
A beautiful second in a neverending world
Awash with memories and bathed in remembrances
Like the trees standing in the mist

Bobbi

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5 comments:

Dan Felstead said...
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Chercheur de bonheur said...

misty sun on high
grey trees awaiting leafing
all is potential

Dan Felstead said...

Is this the beginning of time? Is this post apocalyptic?

It worked! My time machine worked and I am still alive, thank God. Let's hope that the quantum physics led me to my preferred destination. It is old growth forest...good sign. No jet trails, no mechanical sounds like a distant interstate. Chateau Chillon should be just on the edge of the lake. 17th century Switzerland would have looked exactly like this...I think I have successfully maneuvered myself though the foam of quantum physics.

Let my journal record that on his date...May 22nd, 2009...the first successful transposition of a human to a preset time designation occurred.

Now with a three day window for exploration before returning to CERN, let the adventure begin!

Dan

Bobbi said...

THE MIST OF TIME

Hugging the bark like a fine silk glove
The mist encircled the trees
Coating each branch with the careless moisture
Left over at the breaking of dawn

What beauty beholds the thirsty eyes
At this causal offering of nature's finest moment
Blurred and fuzzy like an old photograph
Whispering the essence of a time gone by

Why can't life be as simple as this
A beautiful second in a neverending world
Awash with memories and bathed in remembrances
Like the trees standing in the mist

Dani said...

Bobbi, I enjoyed that much!
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GRIEF

Hands claps together
So cold
White
Clammy

The crunch of leaves
Beneath covered feet
Moving
Through the trees

Thick mist
Faded trees
Faded
Colorless

The gray fades
to white or black
Around the cold branches
Trees in the mist

Crunching leaves
White cold hands
Clasping, wringing
Sniffing, sobbing

Silence