carpe diem

thank you lovely Amelia I take that as a great compliment..

love Crim

Dark and lovely words,Crim. Perfectly adorned by the photo you chose.
Very talented poetess.....

thank you graciously Kasai..

love Crim

Very different than the usual Brenda.  I like how you built the mystery, its almost  begging for a sequel.

thank you Rina a sequel lol I don't know..

love Brenda

Hauntingly beautiful and mysterious!
The picture suits the poem... I love this one dear Crim!

Love, Duende

thank you lovely Duende..

love Crim

birth of the Fog.........nicely done....bless ye, Bren

thank you Daniel for feeling this write :)

love Brenda

All those terrifying images throughout, but they're dispersed by the fog.  A dense mist and confusion can be deadly as the beast depicted here.  What you can't see can kill you.  Wonderful work Crim, a tale well told,  

thank you Sir Crow yes she was saved by the fog in the end no one would seize her again..

love to you my friend..

xo Crim

This one wobbles along the way, having points where I wondered what the point is supposed to be, but in the end this poem comes together as a well-structured piece of interpretive myth, sort of like how Ovid and Ted Hughes interpreted the myths of old to tell new stories. Thank you for the read. - Jack xxx

thank you Jack yeah I know my point is kind of veiled but i'm glad you enjoyed how I wrapped it up..

love you my friend..

xo Brenda

a masterpiece, as always

thank you My Lord Hades..

love Crim

thank you kindly..

love Crim

There is a beautiful darkness in fog. This reminds me of a poem I wrote about 10 years ago when I was living by the bay in California about the fog that would roll across the bay every evening just after sunset called "Descent".

I clearly saw the fog descending on the city
Depositing a film of condensation, like pity
Dripping from the awning, her tears drew rivers
Cleansing the morning of the sun's rising slivers
Forming a path towards the past she can't escape
Forgotten in words, drawn without shape
The sky grew blue behind the gray phantom
Clarity blew the mind of the blue-eyed one at random
Precisely when ordered in a timely fashion
Expectations demanded she dressed well for passion
Though she never expected his figure to float
Surrounding her flesh with the words that he wrote
His verse carried waves rolling patterns in wet sand
The dew covered beach lost the battle for dry land

JJ

thank you JJ absolutely love your poem..

xo Brenda

Brenda beautifully done I was taken into the scene. Could feel and see all the imaginary painted there.
Enjoyed the birth or the fog.

Keith

thank you dearest Keith..

xo Brenda

What a unique way to view fog you have, Crim!
I enjoyed the story and the imagery.

thank you Sage one..

love Crim

I'm with Vati on this one,
and i'll never see it the same
gawh

love it my lady loves


-Howlings

my beautiful Howlings thank you..

love Crim

Bewitchinly beautiful brevity!!
Yup, you just spilled another Gem! :)

aw thank you Poe :)

love Crim

a strikingly dark vignette, beautiful one
xo

thank you beautiful Katja..

love you lady :)

xo Brenda

Beautiful Brenda...just the picture caused me to inhale deeply...there is always a certain scent in the air as the mist floats to blur all - sometimes within that blur, all comes into focus....I loved this lovely one.

I love you :)

xoxoxo Taryn

thank you my beautiful one :)

I love you..

xo Brenda

Brenda.. lovely one.. this is totally brilliant.. i truly loved the imagery, and the story.. a masterpiece, as only you can write.. into my reading it list it goes.. love you!!



Dave

thank you Dave you always touch my heart :)

I love you my friend..

xo Brenda