Misty haze arise at last,
Descend not on my brow,
A clearer future so to grasp
Begins the here and now
Though harsher days are softened so
By seeing through a mist,
Clarity needs illumination
So path may not be missed.
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Ah, the future! How elusive, and always a mirage beyond reach. Does it sound like you’ve had a moment of clarity? Yes it does.
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Only when the mist lifts. 🙂 x
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Absolutely love this. Beautiful, just beautiful. Reowr!
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Thank you, Cubster! What? Don’t know where that came from but it sort of fits your street cred for poetry. Always delighted that you enjoy. I know I’m doing something right then. 🙂 x
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Reblogged this on the mmmmm family and commented:
I’ve never reblogged anything before as my blog is about my family. I love Scottismomus’ poetry though and this one really resonated with me.
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I am so honoured that you have reblogged when it is not something you do. Thank you so much. :)x
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i love this. definition of hope
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Thank you. I’m usually hopeful. Unless something clouds my vision. :)x
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Oh, Annie!! I flipped through my Iphone a while ago and saw poem you wrote that spoke to me, so much I couldn’t find the right words to express my mood that has haunted me these past few weeks. I fired up my laptop and googled quickly your Scottishmomus and this post popped up…seeing this poem whispered softly telling me “I hear you” and then seeing Cubby’s comments. This was not coincidence…it was meant to be. Thank you for writing so beautifully from the soul, sweet friend. x
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I didn’t even recognise this as one of my own, Oliana, when I linked back here. I forget half of what I’ve written. This was around the time – a bit after – us first meeting. I’m glad if it’s spoken to you or given you comfort in some way. You sound as if you may have been distressed. Are you OK?
Cubby hasn’t been around in a long time. She just disappeared and is still missed for her amazing poetry.
Hugs and love to you. I’m at the other end of an email if you need.x
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It inspired me to write which I have not been able to for days. Thanks my friend. Someday we will meet and share a pint at my fav pub 😉 “Hurley’s”
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I occasionally get days like that too, where I think the words have dried up but I’ve learned to not worry about it and relax from it. Something soon triggers the muse and off we go again. I’m glad the poem did this for you, Oliana. And Hurley’s pub is on the cards for some day. Need to visit my namesake. 🙂 x
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Thanks, hon, when I write it is an escape from thoughts I try to avoid…so glad my mind is busy again:)
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