Some days
I’d like to be in the midst of fog.
Where mountains,
yesterday tall and imposing,
disappear today.
Where ethereal moist clouds
descend to earth,
enveloping her in softness.
Bring me serenity,
as mist hovers over land,
hides imposing granite walls
too difficult to climb.
Soften my being
with the lightest of rain that pours not,
rather drifts in swirls round my head,
my eyes, my limbs.
Take me to that weathered landscape
where nature cajoles hatred into oblivion,
and we simply marvel at beauty
we did not recognize before.
Take me there, if not in reality,
then in dense dreams of solace,
just for a little while.
I crave escape.
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today, from 3 to 4 PM Boston time, we shall gather face-to-face via GoogleMeet at OLN LIVE! Link to join can be found here at 3 PM or shortly thereafter. Just click and come join us! You’re invited to read a poem of your own…or simply sit in and listen…we’re a friendly bunch and it’s quite fun!
Photo from trip a number of years ago to Alaska.
lillian the home poet 
Lillian this is so beautifully peaceful…I needed this!
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Love this! Waiting for Kevin. He is at Whole Foods so it may be awhile! Glad he made it without trouble. Beautiful warm day here before the arctic chill arrives.🥶❤️
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I can really feel that a mist like that is a metaphor for something to hide the harshness of reality… really love the images you used
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I can feel the yearning for this place where fog obscures the harsh realities. Lovely, Lillian!
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It was great to see you and everyone on line today. I think this is the wish of many of us these days…
Take me to that weathered landscape
where nature cajoles hatred into oblivion,
and we simply marvel at beauty
we did not recognize before.
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This is exquisitely drawn, Lillian 😍 I especially love; “Bring me serenity,
as mist hovers over land, hides imposing granite walls too difficult to climb.” Thank you so much for joining in LIVE session today ❤❤
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“…where nature cajoles hatred into oblivion, and we simply marvel at beauty…” when it used to be possible health-wise for me Lil, I would trek my mountain for miles, and into a particular clearing, under the canopy of an old growth forest in the Oregon mountains — because I knew of precisely such a place. It was my utopia, my xanadu, my oasis — my stronghold of peace and sanity. Oh god I miss it so! 😢 I loved this piece you’ve written my friend.
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Nice one Lillian.
Much💛love
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Vermont’s Canadian border (we call it The Northeast Kingdom) has some (most) of these qualities but, sadly, we STILL can’t fully tune out. Dammit.
Beautiful work. Thanks.
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A photo from 2014 of my wife and I doing our Christmas rounds as Santa and Mrs. Clause.
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There is a little four year old boy having just open the front door who is staring up at us with a grin so big his face might crack and giggling at the top of his voice.
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This reads like a beautiful prayer with:
Bring me serenity,
as mist hovers over land.
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The yearning for a peaceful place is so palpable, Lillian! Beautiful writing.
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This is a beautiful spot. Love the photo
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