The Fog

*sigh* Layla. I drink from your depths. This quagmire described reads to me of the consciousness of surrounding beings, especially the close of the first stanza of section 3. Imagining the thin strip of river, dwindling to nothing, in the deepening shadows, holds this sense of cloister that lends well to the overall image of the fog, metaphors translating to a sense of strangulation of self, a sword of Damocles of some sort hanging over, with it's air of impending doom. Section 5, your close, holds that sense of finality the prior sections have been building towards, the unknown and wisdom of fright, that which one learns in the anticipation and expectation. The whole has a sense of cathartic quietus about it to me, to bring consciousness to this sense of gloom and danger, to define it, is a step of reconciliation. Just some thoughts my reading inspired.  

Thank you Daniel, in many ways you nailed giving me too much credit as you are always with generosity of praise.
I used to write in metaphors much much more, i've toned them down greatly lately and this one certainly has that old flair of mine.  
I guess under the sky we all have explored pretty much every theme on earth but the uniqueness rests in the way we tell.

Hm. Well said. I am generous with praise because your writes touch and impress. You're one of my favorite writers here madam. <3

I loved this poem in every which way.
I echo Daniel's insightful thoughts - adding for me the special element is the role of 'fog' in the poem. The last stanza (5) reminded me of Allan Watts' book 'The Wisdom of Insecurity'.

The way the words ubfold

The moment we want a perfect world we are doomed to fuck the whole thing up...so we continue our march. Just love this Layla...a journey into the abyss with a torch.
Cheers...Harry

Many thanks Harry and you are so correct how we are sometime our worse enemy but life pushes us forward so off we go.

It is a cryptic write that can be read in many different ways and i'm not going to pretend that its not.  
The enemy can be anything, a serpent (which is there to test), the fog (confusion), or it could be ourselves our own worst enemy.
But the bottom line is, fear in nature and naturally inborn in humans and animals is there for a reason and we thread accordingly.
Intially, the muse was an actual event in my life but couple of months later, as with anything anger gets neutralized and the memory and strong emotions are replaced with fear and guarding one's self...anyhoo, perhaps i'm leading the reader here by revealing too much and we should always allow them to interpret what they want.
HF, I am glad it conjured some thoughts as you read and i'm sure you invested a chunk of your time trying to analyze it so i am much grateful.

I Love this Write...the change in speed (urgency rather) how delightful to the tongue.
You start rather gradual and build, then slowly work the energy back down...that's Beautiful work in flow.
The actual conveyance other than tempo, slips along the lips the way I like,  ....truly a Beautiful piece.

Thank you very much mister Soul.  I'm so glad you liked it, it's a little different than the norm out there, so anyone taking the time and appreciating it makes me feel i've accomplished something worthwhile.

Though the very thickly atmospheric ambience you build in the treading ....its highly inner felt emotional~thought train n the metaphorical terrain takes me into the ethereal dizzying altitudes of ..what is the hitting realizations n lifetime revelations from the depths of this inner soul n beating heart ..in inseparably intricate wovenness of what is mind & heart...the known n the unknown...the overly fearing reluctance & the daring experiences of a nascence....the empire safely enclosed on hermetic fears of knowing of  (un)necessitated limits  vs the radical freeedom airs that has hues of indulgence?...its thus a fog ..a chaos ..that which has the clarity composure n all within the within of  its within...  the light and the lightness airs are in within..that shines the truth & its absolute.  Wordless from the whole picture n art you draw me in ..in this thickly fog n what it holds in.. they say there seems to be only a thin line difference between hearty soulful depths n the stony detachment ..its for a lifetime & beyond to know this delicate defining boundlessness, the truth. and when we do, its the silence of liberation in Love we feel .  we know that we now 'not' know the 'unknowns' unlike how we 'feel' them whole  ..& thus try to unknow the 'knowns' to be not overly in their 'knowing' so their holistic 'feel' or the wisdom is ever in the gaining  ..all in an endless eventuality  in this  cosmic cyclicality...  
 
Layla, i know i blabber lotz..but your work of art so pure takes me to depths unknown n that which is the need ...one of your sterling pieces..write on..light n love ev dear xx:)