Chilly Morning Mysteries

What we imagine in the fog....

Chilly morning mysteries

My heart skips a beat

Through the thick veil of fog

Memories can’t compete.

                              

Huddled under the covers

Clinging to the coat tails of gone

Drowning in warm sorrows

They’ll never know what went wrong.

 

Frozen breath creeps like ice

This becomes my parting artifice

My heart no longer beats in my chest

I've been elevated above the rest.

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. Reviews and thoughts always welcome.

Photograph by Kristin Lee

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

Oh Kristin,

This one wrenches the reader. You have said so much in just a few stanzas. It is a beautifully written demise and there is a line that resounds above all the other beautiful ones:

Clinging to the coat tails of gone

Thank is brilliant!

[Kristin Lee]

Thank you! I had a lot of fun writing this one, that's actually my favorite line too :)

[Rita L. Sev]

We often put morning in the context of bright newness; you have done the opposite here, vividly painting a morning of deep loss -

Huddled under the covers
Clinging to the coat tails of gone
Drowning in warm sorrows
They’ll never know what went wrong.

Gorgeous photo, excellent write!

[Kristin Lee]

Mornings have always seemed so eerie and odd to me, I am so not a morning person, lol. so this piece came very naturally. Thanks for the kind words on my writing and on my photo!

[B-poet]

This is a nice way of putting a small part of your soul out there for everyone to know what it's like to experience a chilling morning mystery. Nice photo as well. Great write. :)

[Kristin Lee]

Thank you, it was a very fun write.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Magical times the early morns in mist and well portrayed in verse. Keep meaning to say I love your photographs!

[Kristin Lee]

I have to confess...I am not a morning person at all! I was begging for a cup of coffee when I wrote this, huddled under the covers cause I was freezing! lol. But I do agree, there are beautiful and magical things to be captured in the morning...if only I could get my butt up to see them! Thanks for the kind compliments of my work.

[Sami Khalil]

"Drowning in warm sorrows

They’ll never know what went wrong.



Frozen breath creeps like ice"
You have penned a very good poem. I like the title too...:)

[Kristin Lee]

Thanks Sami :)

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)