Poems from the mist

It comes as a cloud without form but envelops me at times,

 blurring my vision and at others sunlight breaks through in great clarity.

I can breath its moisture, smelling the rain before it falls. 

My heart salivates for its taste. Drops moisten, 

rivulets form pools and in torrents it flows. 

So much water but none I can drink. 

It must be purified, filtered and distilled. 

So much wasted, lost and consumed it returns to its source 

the great salt sea of flowing evaporated ideas.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

So very relatable. The metaphor here sums up my poetry efforts perfectly at the moment Soren. So many ideas lost in the current. A lovely poem.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you so much Chris for your review and kind words they are always most encouraging and valued

[Michael Sun Bear]

I really liked this. great metaphor. I can’t begin to count the number of, what I thought, were great writing ideas, that evaporated back to the source.

[Soren]

Thanks so much Michael for the revies and for your understanding I appreciate it