Like Mist

Cherry

By smokejack

Wed, 16 Nov 2011
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9 comments
 

Like Mist
We pass by like mist
Floating and silent
The lightest touch
Becomes the longest thought

I see by the colour of your eyes
That we’ve been here before
Words will chain themselves
And never let go

I am one small photograph
You are a painting on the wall
These are things we might see
When the world shrinks small

But still nothing will be said
Everything will be known
Orange moons and yellow suns
And lights of shining armour

Will pass
Like mist
Floating and silent
Like that longest thought

©JMcN

Certificate U
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by seashore on
Very melancholy - liked it a lot.

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
me too

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Lovely, smokejack;-) Tina

 

Submitted by smokejack on
Hey folk I'm a bit useless at responding to nice things but I really do appreciate your kind comments and I'm always conscious that you lovely people take time to read my ramblings. Humbled and flattered Thank you so much

Submitted by scratch on
Confident and introspective poetry. "These are things we might see When the world shrinks small" Lovely. Well done. Scratch.

 

Submitted by ScoZen on
Atmospheric and enjoyable little tale.
ScoZen

Submitted by Juniperus on
An air of loneliness beautifully sketched;)

Submitted by Miss Polly on
Very ethereal....liked this a lot

Submitted by Leander42 on
I echo the above replies - but did you mean knights rather than lights? Best lines for me are: The lightest touch Becomes the longest thought and... I am one small photograph You are a painting on the wall Possibly, at least for me, the last few lines aren't quite as strong as the rest but I think that might be down to my opinion rather than constructive comment.