25 jan 2013 026

In the mist I try to find your hand,
before I lose you altogether.
This weather and your silence
intertwine, make me look
for beacons to hold on.

We hear the far away sound, whistles
of two passing ships, as their signals
echo in the grey. This mist
seems to be here to stay,
but your hand slips from mine.


Comments on: "Mist" (3)

  1. I love this poem Ina!

    It’s so soft in Its sadness. It seems to have a sprinkling of acceptance too.

    One to go in the “favourites”box πŸ™‚

    L&H xx

  2. Meant to say what a wonderful accompaniment the picture is to the poem! Lovely πŸ™‚ xx

    • Hi Christine, thank you very much πŸ™‚ I took the picture a few days ago, it is the ferry almost entering port. L&H xx

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