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Saturday, January 26, 2013

in the mist



Lake Louise Mist by Andrea Schafthuizen





in the mist 


from the fallen book, pages flutter in the mist,
chimes scatter as wisps of straw in raw wind
as the child lies curved in sleep around the
tattered edge of his mother’s skirted hem
swollen lips lifted in sweet smiled sleep – 
as the chimes, the chimes, coalesce and carry
them clear -  past the sooted mirror of today
into the vast possibility of tomorrow
shimmering as light bounces joyfully from
golden scale to golden scale on
the gleaming body of mystic Ilsebill’s fish
rising, regal, real and majestic from a cerulean sea
listening 
to each innocent, exhaled breath 
each unwhispered wish 
about to be fulfilled 







48 comments:

  1. Nicely woven...my favorite line has to be ' as the chimes, the chimes, coalesce and carry
    them clear'...it just hums to me!

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  2. Those wishes deserve to be fulfilled!

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    1. Yes, looks like they're not having an easy time of it :).

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  3. such hope at the end! Each unwhispered wish, about to be fulfilled - love these lines!

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    1. Oh I'm loving the "love" thank you so very much Robyn :)

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  4. Always amazes me the different slants we all take with the same prompt.

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    1. Yes ... Same words different visions - fun :). Thanks for stopping :)

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  5. I am too well acquainted with "the sooted mirror of today." Time, I think, to bring out the vinegar and water, and give that mirror a good scrubbing!

    Whirling with James Joyce

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    1. Haha - scrub away - although I think your mirror is sparkling clear - thanks for stopping :)

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  6. (Sorry Viv) I accidentally deleted your comment -so I'm copying it here.... Thanks for stopping by!

    vivinfrance has left a new comment on your post "in the mist":

    Beautiful poem, wonderful wordling.

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    1. Well dear Sir that's quite a comment! Thank you - wasn't certain there was a recognizable "pearl style" but one can always hope :)

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    1. Thank you Barbara :) Had me running off to find Andrew Lang!

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  9. to each innocent,
    exhaled breath
    each unwhispered wish
    about to be fulfilled

    A glimmer of hope is all that's needed. Nicely Dr Pearl!

    Hank

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    1. Thank you for stopping! So very much appreciated :)

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  10. Very nice....I love the idea of unwhispered wishes about to be fulfilled. Gives me a very warm feeling.

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  11. Have always thought that early morning mist on the lake held magic, somehow. You brought that memory to life. Thank you,

    Elizabeth

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  12. Beautiful, Pearl! I especially like:

    as the child lies curved in sleep around the
    tattered edge of his mother’s skirted hem
    swollen lips lifted in sweet smiled sleep

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    1. Thanks Laurie-I especially liked those lines as well :)

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  13. oh Pearl... what can I say that you haven't already? this poem reads like a blessing.

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    1. Oh Laura! Coming from you this comment means a great deal. Thank you :)

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  14. Was here for the Poetry Pantry, now back for the wordle. Really like where you took the words, like that you found hope in both words and image,

    Elizabeth

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    1. Thanks for stopping Elizabeth - enjoyed where you took the words as well! :)

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  15. What a glorious arising. Love the scene and the descriptions that you provide to bring it into view.

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  16. What a glorious scene you paint with your words. Love the new day - new life vibe.

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  17. This is very very lovely to read, as is the image to look upon. Sigh. A sort of yearning feeling to it, especially so "each unwhispered wish about to be fulfilled".

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  18. A sweetness here, in family life. Quite nice.

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  19. Oh Pearl - this sings, more a Psalm or a prayer than anything else I can think of ... so much hopefulness especially as they're carried "into the vast possibility of tomorrow" (am curious if you know if this Lake Louise is the one in Alberta perchance; it's a wonderful photo and works well with your words)Very fine work. Thank you btw for coming by TPT, reading and commenting; as always, your insight and kindness are much appreciated.

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  20. Using nouns and verbs as oils and pastels! A wonderful still life painted in poetry!

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  21. I really love this one, especially the sound. These are my favorites:

    "from the fallen book, pages flutter in the mist,
    chimes scatter as wisps of straw in raw wind"

    "the gleaming body of mystic Ilsebill’s fish
    rising, regal, real and majestic from a cerulean sea"

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  22. Really lovely Pearl. Yay for cerulian, I love that word. Also love "rising, regal, real." Just figured out there's a Mr Linksy on the site so now found you. :)

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  23. I agree there is a sweetness in your imagery of family n' hope! Beautifully guided :D

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  24. Mothers dreaming of their child's future some she will see yet some other not. The constant urge to recreate is tempered by the realization of mortality. A beautiful poem.

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  25. Wishes granted from the cerulean sea mist - enchanting.

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  26. I sneak over here just to see your mind at work. Always impressive and enlightening. All nicely done, my friend.

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