summer solstice—
prickles of mist
dissolving
the old ghosts
inside my skin
~The Bamboo Hut 1:1, August 2013
passing strangers
on a rain-drenched road
we turn back
to ask their stories
. . . finding only mist
~Tinywords 14.1, May 2, 2014
prickles of mist
dissolving
the old ghosts
inside my skin
~The Bamboo Hut 1:1, August 2013
on a rain-drenched road
we turn back
to ask their stories
. . . finding only mist
~Tinywords 14.1, May 2, 2014
An exquisite pairing. I'm waiting for this summer solstice to dissolve my old ghosts. ;)
ReplyDeleteI could read "passing strangers" over and over.
Thanks, Janet!
ReplyDeleteI really like the second one - could be a real encounter or a commentary on us all, that one day we will be only mist too... :(
ReplyDeleteThanks, Susan! It actually was a real encounter, but I'm happy that you can read the poem on multiple levels.
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