The mournful wail of ships’ horns
break over dripping trees. Vapor
rises above the water, the breath
of the river suspends tiny translucent
droplets in the air, damp ghostly
arms envelope me with the coolness
of the tomb.
The work-a-day noise of the city is
muffled as though we all were
wrapped in cotton gauze in preparation
for a dreamless sleep.
Time seems vacant; soul’s lost.
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the is an awareness but numbness to this…the wrapped in gause, muted sounds….odd to describe the feel i get of it, but i def feel it…
Exactly, Brian. It was foggy all day today and the ships’ horns on the river blew repeatedly. I did feel “an awareness but numbness”.
Weather, it can make or break our day depending on its mood. Hospitable one day, inhospitable the next -a love hate relation at times.
In SE Louisiana if you don’t like the weather this time of year, stick around and it will change. Hot one day, cold the next.
No photograph or sound could capture this river atmosphere like your beautiful words.
Martin, you are too kind. And I love it.
Strong words here create a strong image. Very nice. I enjoyed this.
isn’t it funny how the weather and with it the mood of nature influences our own..def. felt the fogginess in this…the ghostly arms gave me shivers…
A very vivid description of a certain state of nature and mind. Well done. k.
Charlotte, just perfect. Your images create a vivid sense of place and its moods and the ending is great.
damp ghostly
arms envelope me with the coolness
of the tomb.
Very nicely done with this, the mist rested down on me while I read it.
I’m swirling in the mist of time’s vacantness is my soul lost? Waiting to hear the mournful ships horns blow more of your plusgood wordechoes !!
…The mournful wail of ship’s horn signals departure…quite an observation back at your place that gives a meditative feel from the whole poem.. And the photo in sepia tone is perfect to accompany your short evocative write…smiles…