Misty Marsh
Smokey mists swirling veil unthinkable verity,
A feeling of uncertainty plays host.
Eerie, still, overtakes obscuring clarity,
A perfect allay, a tranquilizing dose.
Oak oar glides, gracefully, though silent pools.
Static waters regain conscious life once more.
Willowy waves, and stout stones open their dual.
Crystal beads strike, water rippled evermore.
Reeds silently, sway. Specters in the fog.
I slip by, my bow grazes soft shores now.
I leave canoe, pierce muck to start my slog.
Straining to stay atop, mud refuses to allow.
Struggling through, muddy medley I hear.
An invisible cast, in perfect euphony.
Phantom voices ring so faint in my ear.
No symphony could rival in quality.
In this misty, marsh I lose my very self.
My hidden, home relieves my worst stress,
Life’s trivial problems, placed upon a shelf
Here and now, I have nothing to address.
In my lost world I aspire to become,
Nothing more than perfectly numb.
A feeling of uncertainty plays host.
Eerie, still, overtakes obscuring clarity,
A perfect allay, a tranquilizing dose.
Oak oar glides, gracefully, though silent pools.
Static waters regain conscious life once more.
Willowy waves, and stout stones open their dual.
Crystal beads strike, water rippled evermore.
Reeds silently, sway. Specters in the fog.
I slip by, my bow grazes soft shores now.
I leave canoe, pierce muck to start my slog.
Straining to stay atop, mud refuses to allow.
Struggling through, muddy medley I hear.
An invisible cast, in perfect euphony.
Phantom voices ring so faint in my ear.
No symphony could rival in quality.
In this misty, marsh I lose my very self.
My hidden, home relieves my worst stress,
Life’s trivial problems, placed upon a shelf
Here and now, I have nothing to address.
In my lost world I aspire to become,
Nothing more than perfectly numb.
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