Smidgens
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 isn’t looking for you
Even though you’re looking for it.
Beautiful.
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Loved it
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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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Thank you!
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Love that last line!
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‘Where the hills slant their hardest towards the shore,
And the moss smells of old summer.’ Nice, man!
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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. 🙂
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The second stanza is perfection. Could be its own poem.
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Sometimes, we get, too used to, living in, the loudness, we forget, that the quiet is, also, quite, enjoyable, too…
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Thanks. Love the art you do. Take care!
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Excellent.
The picture is really beautiful.
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very evocative.
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Niiiiiiiiice!!!
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Thanks Margo!
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Oh I must say I liked this a lot!
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Loved it 💖
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I love this – especially those two last lines!
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Yes my friend.
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“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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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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Thanks so much. I understand!
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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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My pleasure Elan! 😊
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Thanks Ellie!
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Thanks so much!!
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This is a winner: concise, precise, well honed. Congratulations.
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Really liked the mist images
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delightful evocation of a phenomena that often defies definition!
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Freeze time, and you freeze movement — a study of fear through still life.
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