The mist stifles all sound, confines sight

Numbs time, suspends the linear

Encloses you in tentative comfort

While scaring you with limitations


You find yourself worried about the quiet

Near the shallow ripples of the lake

Where the hills slant their hardest towards the shore

And the moss smells of old summer


But time isnโ€™t looking for you

Even though youโ€™re looking for it.



30 Comments on “Linear

  1. Wow. This is so powerful. “Numbs time”…what a unique twist of words. I was gravitated from that phrase forward and each word kept propelling me to read more.

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  2. I love how the same condition induces both comfort and fear. Also this line: “And the moss smells of old summer.” Very vivid and so true. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. “Encloses you in tentative comfort While scaring you with limitations.” Like being blind but comfortable, yet fearing what I can’t see beyond my current situation.

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  4. I know this will sound corny.. but… in red dawn (the original) there was this line charlie sheen said …. “hey jed, notice how the mountains pay us no mind” , this kind of reminded me of that, as much as we look, or think we are hamstringing this thing called the world, we are just temporary passengers for sure.

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  5. This morning a farm next to where I live was completely enshrouded in mist. Only the undulations of the land could be sensed, rarely seen.

    Your Linear poem captured what I was feeling. Not so much fear since I was not on the shoreline but looking out from my deck. But that sense of suspended time. Thanks for your beautiful poem.

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