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When Fogs Collide
When Fogs Collide
In a forest bent by breeze
blowing branches over leaves
came a thump, thump, thump in the midnight.
All gone was the starlight,
even absent was the moonlight,
when a white fog glowed silent
slipping through the trees.
I froze and stopped from smiling
‘cause my fear did find beguiling
how this eerie froth of floating grace,
ejecta from some spectral place,
could turn and twist in one ‘bout face
and send all fears colliding.
It pulsed a light and started thumping,
made me feel like jumping, jumping
off to where I could have been
so I could leap right from my skin
and sprout some wings to ride the wind
and feel my fears subsiding.
Closer came it creeping, creeping
but to me it seemed as leaping,
like it had some ultra aim
than scaring me out wits and brains
which now in shock I must proclaim
it passed me thumping, thumping.
I turned to catch one moment’s bliss.
A second fog did merge. They kissed.
Tears I cried yet not for me
but for two fogs heard jubilantly
who found in a universe of sky and mist
each other on a forest plain like this.
I felt then prized over all above
to have witnessed the thumpings of fogs in Love
and realized that Love is the searching pulse
of a heart that’s thumping for someone else.
And “just” when you think Life is over and blue,
you’ll turn and a thumping will be looking at you!
Namyh
In a forest bent by breeze
blowing branches over leaves
came a thump, thump, thump in the midnight.
All gone was the starlight,
even absent was the moonlight,
when a white fog glowed silent
slipping through the trees.
I froze and stopped from smiling
‘cause my fear did find beguiling
how this eerie froth of floating grace,
ejecta from some spectral place,
could turn and twist in one ‘bout face
and send all fears colliding.
It pulsed a light and started thumping,
made me feel like jumping, jumping
off to where I could have been
so I could leap right from my skin
and sprout some wings to ride the wind
and feel my fears subsiding.
Closer came it creeping, creeping
but to me it seemed as leaping,
like it had some ultra aim
than scaring me out wits and brains
which now in shock I must proclaim
it passed me thumping, thumping.
I turned to catch one moment’s bliss.
A second fog did merge. They kissed.
Tears I cried yet not for me
but for two fogs heard jubilantly
who found in a universe of sky and mist
each other on a forest plain like this.
I felt then prized over all above
to have witnessed the thumpings of fogs in Love
and realized that Love is the searching pulse
of a heart that’s thumping for someone else.
And “just” when you think Life is over and blue,
you’ll turn and a thumping will be looking at you!
Namyh
Published 29th Feb 2024
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8th Mar 2024 12:49pm
Thats good poem, with a hidden metaphor of personification..
Nature has human feelings but natural elements, thats why we feel such closeness to it.
Fine poetry my friend.
Nature has human feelings but natural elements, thats why we feel such closeness to it.
Fine poetry my friend.
