———-
Though I wished it to
remain sealed…
The mist crept insidiously
into my mind…
It entered stealthily,
full of promises…
whispering words of
madness and glee…
The oiled hinges inside
my brain swung wide open
to this icy assault…
My body came alive…
Twitching and groaning…
No longer a child of the day…
But, a true twilight dweller…
Foggy inside and out…
My time of innocence
had passed,
And, a sad smile
tugged at my lips…
as my thoughts
hurtled over the edge…
and the mist….
held sway..
over all..
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David L. Whitman 09/30/2012 from the dampness of morning
sad, but so well-written..innocence is now a thing of the past and the mind has succumbed to darkness..
I was viewing this as a loss off innocence in whatever way it was lost…Thank you Padmini
I guess many could find glimpses of their own lifestory somehow in this poetry of yours David. I find that true art is never to tell the reader what they ought to see or find, but to just share and let them walk along, and maybe find whatever life itself allready has shown them, but has not yet been revealed. Great writing as always.
You know…That is very much my theory. See what you see and take what you take…That’s why I typically don’t say what these poems are about. Thank you Henriette!
The mist is powerful … awakens so much — this was wonderful David … !! You are getting better and better ~
RL
The mist does hold sway lol…Thank you Robyn! How are you doing?
most welcome! I’m hanging in ~ some new information on my hip revealed by a specialist last week — seems I have a congenital defect called Dysplasia (very shallow sockets) — may be an underlying cause of much of my 19 year saga — still in shock – and hopeful there will be solutions in my path ahead.. thank you for asking dear friend — how are you holding up these days?
Wow. I hope this knowledge actually helps. Other than having a nasty sinus infection, I’m actually good! Surprise surprise lol
Oh we will! Thank you so much, Robyn!
oh i wish we could live in that cocoon…what a lovely poem
Thank you Soma…cocoon…what a warm sounding word…
Beautifully writeen David and so well it shows transformation along with the beautiful metaphor..loved the imagery.
Thank you so much…sadly enough innocence is lost one way or the other…
true David! still its up to us to let the innocence keep alive at least within..
I agree. To keep what is left alive!
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thank you!
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