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MIST HALLUCINATIONS

Submitted by Nordic cloud on Fri, 2012-05-04 13:57

The mist hung low, so low that mountains grew
high up in my imagination,
they towered into the sky
and threw their aura far,

I caught a glimpse of snow-white tracts,
of deep dark treed ravines, of balanced boulders,
blossom filled meadows, its slopes diminished
where the cataract, cascades of water,
danced between in cracks of velvet turf,

small grey wooden barns haphazardly around,
their individual air of solitude, no sound,
when parting clouds revealed a peak,
it was only dreamed but then it seemed to be
Cervino, its horn of light against a blue serene,

a memory of when we climbed that mountain
saw the pink of Monte Rosa glow,
there beyond the stoney humps of grey,
and deep below the houses brown,
of Zermatt that eccentric town.

As if by magic pulled, the foggy veil was lifted,
and the old familiar view came into sight,
the undulating hills of Oslo's greener belt,
a spring dressed birch, a greatcoat fir,
a dusty jacket on the burr,

lost, the Alps of mystery
descried in thought, they now were gone,
reduced to nothing more
than the house next door.

I wrote two poem before 10 am. today this was one of them.
Notice the "greatcoat fir," when I came back from my walk,
it was gone!!! Chopped down:-

DOWNED BY MAN

How many birds nests,
sparrow, robin, wren,
magpie, squirrel, crow,
bat, chaffinch, redstart,
great tit, blue tit, wagtail, lark
are now without a home,
their nests tossed to the ground,
their eggs destroyed,
their happy home the tall full bodied fir,
now cut in sections, downed.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Last few words: 
Plant trees and hedges, sparrow love hedges, when we take them away in the towns, so do we take away the number of sparrows, our little feathered friends who are all over the world. Ann
Editing stage: 
Editing - rough draft

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Ian.T

Sat, 2012-05-05 03:44

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Both writes are a joy to read, that is apart from the destruction of the tree home of so many birds.
Each year we have a week of bird spotting here not the great outside but our gardens, when we note each species of bird that comes into our piece of garden during one day.
My total garden space is so small, at the back I have a piece two metres by five, at the front the piece is two meters going up to three but total length of about seven meters..
Now I have three bird tables and lots of those hanging feeders for the birds and three Blue Tit nest boxes & one Bat box, this year just one family of Blue tit's are nesting, visitors are Ring Neck Doves X 2 , Pigeons X2
A Wren, Robin, hedge sparrows(Dunnocks), house Sparrows, Long Tailed Tits and the Blackbird, sometimes the Starlings but we are not keen on them.
I would have loved a big garden it would have been filled with Birds and other creatures.
I notice that one of your things from your life was an outside toilet we must compare notes and write up for the ones that don't know that they live.
Take care, I have to rip up some more paper to string up and put in the loo lol.... Yours Ian.T

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So find more reasons to believe in others..

judyanne

Sat, 2012-05-05 04:36

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fav stanza
'I caught a glimpse of snow-white tracts,
of deep dark treed ravines, of balanced boulders,
blossom filled meadows, its slopes diminished
where the cataract, cascades of water,
danced between in cracks of velvet turf'

but not so keen on the second
i don't think that naming all the birds is very effective
(lol and is a squirrel a bird?)
- also, repeating the word 'nests' is offputting (lol - to me i stress)

i would prefer simply
' how many birds
are now without a home,
their nests tossed to the ground,
their eggs destroyed,
the tall full bodied fir --- (why didn't you use 'greatcoat'? - as in 'the great coated fir' perhaps?)
the hedges and shrubs
now cut in sections, downed'

love judyanne
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

Nordic cloud

Sat, 2012-05-05 15:17

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Thank you Ian and judyanne,

the second one wasn't a true poem I wanted the list of birds
so as to emphasise the individuals that had possibly lost their nests,
it was more of a personal note to myself, not thought of as a poem proper.

I love mountains :)
annanya

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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