Friday, January 24, 2014

The Other

I am the mist
on a raw autumn night
obscuring your vision,
making the familiar strange.

I am the path
you didn’t choose
leading away from your home.

I am the breeze
murmuring in your ear
of adventures that never were.

I am the dream  
you almost remember
dissipating as you rise.


This is for G-man and his FF55.  Click on the link and check it out.

25 comments:

  1. Mary Bach...
    You make eerie seem so inviting
    Just perfectly mesmerizing
    Loved your Misty 55
    Thanks for another Masterpiece
    You are such a treasure to us all
    Have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  2. Thank you so much Galen. I hope you have a great weekend too!

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  3. Oh Mary, I am going to love your poetry and blog. Where's the chaos, you are keeping it well hidden?!! How spooky that your popular post is 'New York at night' and under that is a picture of horses... two things close to my heart as you will see. Thank you for following me.
    Have a lovely weekend
    Wren x

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    1. Wow - thanks so much Wren! Glad that we connected (virtually)! I hope you have a great weekend as well.

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  4. i think deep down our soul we all have these qualities:)

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    1. Yes, part of the human condition. Thanks for reading Vandana.

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  5. When you don't heed the call to adventure

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  6. you are a bit mysterious...and haunting...regrets maybe if we listen to you too long....smiles.

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    1. Thanks for reading Brian, though I must say you strike me as someone who has a minimum of regrets. :o)

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  7. The photo is eerie. Reminds me of The Exorcist. I love your poem (of course), especially the second stanza. Can you imagine the maze of all the paths we didn't take, and where they would lead?

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    1. Oh thank you Yvonne! It's daunting to think of all the different possibilities, isn't it?

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  8. There will always be another way, as it nags at us every day

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  9. What if I'd regrets or at least curiosities. Mine are the path that would have taken me back home, the breeze that gives me an earache, and the dream that perhaps I shouldn't have chased. In any case the old adage controls here "be careful what you wish for . . . " Bookmarking you!

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    1. Ah Stormcat, so you did all that! Hey thanks for your comment; glad you found my blog. I'll visit yours too. Hope to 'see' you here again!

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  10. The title really makes this one resonate, Mary--in my favorite way, from universal to very personal, and brought up some memories. The mood is really perfect, too.

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    1. Thanks Joy. Some day I would love to sit and chat with you over a cup of tea, or better yet a bottle of wine. :o)

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  11. As I'm reading this, I glace out my window on this fog.. Oh. There you are.

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  12. I can dig the mist--except for those guys with the hooks that come out of it and try to kill everybody. Never mind, I've seen too many horror movies.

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    1. Haha - I hope none of your choices lead you there! Thanks for stopping by Illsa.

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  13. The image you selected really set up the mood for the poem. Nice choice.

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