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Zywa Nov 2
The treetops shake off

the mist, they're getting colour --

with mass, and a trunk.
"Fuga in C" (2022, Samuel Vriezen) for harmonium, performed by Samuel Vriezen in the Organpark on October 30th, 2022

Collection "org anp ark" #242
Himani Dhaka Apr 4
Through the eyes of mine
that glitter and shine
into the fog of nothing
I see arcane paths and a frantic heart

I run away to feel safe and sound
Still the tail follows me around
Frenetic efforts and sleepless nights
Go into the fog of nothing…

When I look around
I see a imperfect past that surround
A flickering that guides
Into the fog of nothing

The pathless woods are eerie
This chanciness so weary
Yet the flickering star would guide
Through the fog of nothing…
LC Apr 3
My body is sixty percent water,
and I attempt to float with the oil,
coasting with closed eyes and mind.
But I am sinking to the bottom of the glass,
where cold, hard rocks bruise with the truth,
and I press my hands to the glass to keep myself standing.

Although the rocks ground me,
the submersion chokes my throat.
If I crack the glass with my bare hands,
the acid-laced arrows will lacerate my back,
and I will be a trembling target fading into mist.
but the gentle breeze will greet me with open arms.
Day 2 of Escapril! The prompt was "separation." I hope you enjoy it!
Mark Wanless Mar 13
feel a little bit like war
the trees have new leaves
i wander in conscious mist
January will not be missed
but stubbornly,
mist it is
neth jones Oct 2021
mist forgives the city scene
                          of so much
it permits us a slower pace

over the hospital chimneys
a preditor *****
until it catches the heat exhaust and rises
in a tight spiral
15/10/21 lunch break in the fire escape on C7 South
Yes, i have lost my path
i have left the road
the mist has cleared
the sea is calm
although my eyes are closed
i can see for the first time,
my mouth is shut
but am singing louder

i want to make the next city of dreams
not for me
not for you
not for anyone

it ll be mine
it ll be yours
it ll be for everyone

without mist's
and a sea with river water
Leocardo Reis Jul 2021
The drops of mist from crashing falls
descend upon my face
and scatter in the whirling breeze
to dance in playful grace.
Svetoslav Apr 2021
Olive juice hovers
summoning ivory mist
closing fiery lips
ryn Apr 2021
Morn’s lingering mist...
Silently skimming
off the water’s edge.

          Deft tendrils reach out,
          to playfully
          taunt and tease...

Digging and uncovering...
Like a slow and worn...
But trusty dredge.

          Unearthing unwelcomed
          memories of (c)old,
          like an abrupt winter’s breeze.

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