In the Mist of a Storm
Mist of a Storm …
I look to the nearest forest edge and to the tops
of the balsams firs and pines where
the mist of the rain seeks out the quiet dusk
among the smoky wisps of air
It moves in molecular form small and smaller drops
floating on currents this fluid breeze
I reach out my hand in toying ways to touch the magic
to will it to play and tease
My dogs watch me and tilt there heads in wonder
what can this master be doing ?
But I just smile and reach again as if
to feel the naked rain ensuing
Why not a gentle rain to sooth my flesh
why not play with the flowing drizzle and more
for not always will the storm be gentled by a touch
nor nature let me enter her core
Oh gather me around the flesh of a woman
as gentle as a summer’s rains
I will remain there forever in loving wetness
never again to feel life’s pains
And then give a quiet night alone the dogs gentled
around my fire
then watch as the spark of night erupts in her
sound of love and desire
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Nice poem, Ed. I can almost feel the coolness of the mist. Well done.
Lovely work Ed, wonderful phrasing and imagery to sooth the mind. One thing that bothered me a little was the repetition ‘air’ in the second stanza. To me it just felt wrong. May I suggest…’It moves in molecular form, drops large and small (the softness of the word ‘small’ feels better) floating on fluid current ‘bare’,
Just a suggestion Ed, I don’t normally edit peoples work, but I love this poem and its feel and thought this may make it even better. Just my humble opinion, to be taken as that alone. A great poem Ed. Cheers!
I felt the drizzle on my hand while reading this, wanted to reach out right with you…that is remarkable poetry. Just beautiful.
Best,
Mel
Vivid descriptions clearly form the scene in one’s mind. Wonderful writing, Ed.
The romance of the refreshing mist. Lovely poetry Ed.
You know , when I sit down to write , I reach out , and you guys are always there , Thank you all !
Beautiful poetry. I love the playful way the poet communes with nature and how he ties each rain drop into a world of wet longings. Great read. Jamie