New wordle words from Brenda at The Sunday Whirl:
tip, fix, tinted, preludes,
vivid, tinny, drifts, nick,
waves, gentle, limbs, insidious, split
A Muddle Of Fog
All night long
slate-tinted filaments
of mist drift in so thick
she can't see the lake.
She hears the waves
gentle prelude breaking
against the shore.
The water calls to her,
softly, relentlessly.
The wind whispers
dirge-like secrets.
Soaring night-birds split
the tinny darkness;
collide with
hard spatters of rain.
Notes:
Water seems to be driving my work lately. Must be because I grew up at one of Minnesota's 10,000 lakes. Now I live just 2 miles from the mighty Mississippi River. My mental hard drive is packed with dozens of memories of the faces and moods of Golden Lake (like the Henry Fonda/Katherine Hepburn movie On Golden Pond), in all seasons and weather, in the morning, at sunset and at night.
17 comments:
The wind whispering dirge-like secrets gives this poem an ominous tone.
Enjoyed your use of wordle words.
Oh... sad... and yes, as Mary says, somehow ominous in the dirge and secrets.
Very vivid imagery Marianne.
Loely write! I enjoyed it.
Beautiful! I can easily picture this.
"slate-tinted filaments / of mist drift in..."
Wow! This is so beautiful, Marianne. You have a way with water in its many forms. I find it at play often in your work, and love it. Brava!
Vivid imagery, Marianne. Yes, your writing does often reflect how you are or were surrounded by water. Beautiful.
Pamela
Write about water anytime. When we moved here about twenty years ago the choice was in the middle of a neighborhood or at the edge by a creek...Creek it is! I wish it were just a tad clearer so I could see the bass and other critters. Mostly muddy but it attracts wonderful wildlife.
I'm here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/08/sw-70-feathers-flights-and-foundlings.html
I lived near Lake Michigan and often spent hours soaking up its emotional mood swings. You write of the water well,
Elizabeth
Beautiful, I grew up on a lake, I can picture this, I love water too.
This is gorgeous!
Another water lover chiming in. Wonderful and unmuddled.
Impactful ending, Marianne. Strangely, I've been thinking about writing about water.
Water's so mesmerizing Marianne and you've used its powers to grand effect in your wordled poem here ... nicely done.
http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2012/08/grey-matters.html
A "Muddle of Fog"? I love that better than a "gaggle of waffles"! Image laden and very well written, Marianne!
She hears the waves,
gentle prelude breaking
against the shore.
The water calls to her,
softly, relentlessly.
Simple prefect adn enjoy the poem very much.
Soaring night-birds split
the tinny darkness;
Striking...great wordle!
This is like a fairy tale with music.
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