Electric Blue

Mar 10, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Lost in the mist of time

Lost in the mist of time
down by the rivers edge
The mist surrounds me
I blow the awaiting horn

Out of the mist
a tall dark stranger appears
It is the Ferryman
I cross his palm
with silver
then step into
the awaiting boat

Down the river Styx
and fade
into the distance
to be seen
nevermore

The world
around me
no longer exists
only a Grey mist

The sound
of the river
as the ferryman
poles us across

Eerie silence falls
I tremble with such
foreboding

— Electric Blue, Mar 10, 2009

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Critiques

yenti

17 years 3 months ago

Maggie

What are we going to do, with no Electric Blue You know that you must not pay the ferryman He has a habit to lose you in the mist It's hell on earth and thats's the twist In his little role, in the scheme of things, Lovely write as usual, and for paying, when you know better, you are to spend two hours in the lonely poems place, reading and leaving lovely comments on the verses you find there, lol, You take care and have a lovely day, Yours, Ian

Electric Blue

17 years 3 months ago

Ian

Ian Thank you for you kind comments I just feel in limbo at present. The ferryman is always in the shadows hell on earth you are right my friend I seem to be lost in the mist most of the time I see glimpes seep in from the other side I know what I want But what you want and what you get............. I know I have a habit now when reading others wonderful poetry I try to comment but most of the time they turn into another poem. Cannot help it. It just happens Words just tumble as they reach inside of me So in the mist am I waiting for the unknown ............. Electric blue

yenti

17 years 2 months ago

Maggie

I saw the words that you sent to Deelia, they seemed good enough to put as a proper poem so will you excuse me for doing so, I guess this one belongs to you as most of the words are yours just in another order.... I am just feeling so alone longing to share but only get moments which are a lifetime to me. So the inbetween is in the mist until I see what I want to see and that tall dark figure appears the one who owns my heart and soul. That smile melts me away I am alive living again but then returned to the mist until the next time. Waiting This loneliness why has it covered me again Can I not share this, just with someone There are few moments, when things seem clear They hang on me likened to a thousand years Yet the mist returns to hide even my name Then I catch that glimpse of what I need to see There in his stature, a tall one that loves me He own's my soul, my heart, and my fears With his smile to me that dries all my tears To cry out loud that I live, and am alive again But why do I return to that bleakland mist again The sun must be made to kiss the heavens more Until the next time, my heart races me, to my door This is not ended yet, it is an adaption of a note in comment, sent by our own Electric Blue, so it belongs to her. Yours as always, Ian.T

Electric Blue

17 years 3 months ago

lost in the mist of time

Janice If you check my profile there are many poems there with a similar theme it depends on how i feel at the moment and right now it is this. Thank you for your comments Electric Blue

deelilah

17 years 2 months ago

Hi Maggie

This is haunting, and more than a little scary, to be lost in that fog forever. Time is temporary, however, is it not? And the light of day will have its way to disperse the mist. Yours, Deelilah

Electric Blue

17 years 2 months ago

Lost in the mist of time.

Hi Deelilah I am just feeling so alone longing to share but only get moments which are a lifetime to me. So the inbetween is in the mist until I see what I want to see and that tall dark figure appears the one who owns my heart and soul. That smile melts me away I am alive living again but then returned to the mist until the next time. Haunting yes I like this area but scary Why? Life is too short so I have to make my moments last forever each time. I love your new picture.

deelilah

17 years 2 months ago

Hi Maggie

Well this is a bit of a conundrum, isn't it? So you are attracted to a figure who perhaps traps you for all time--and I see now that you did blow the horn. Maybe scary is the wrong word though. Is it 'foreboding' (fear) or excitement that you feel--or is it (fear) that excites you? I can see why you would like to be in this misty world though--a place where the world no longer exists is an attractive idea. 'Down the river Styx and fade into the distance to be seen nevermore' The world around me no longer exists only a grey mist (I prefer/love the English spelling of grey instead of gray) The sound of the river as the ferryman poles us across Errie silence falls (you might want eerie here) I tremble with such foreboading (and you might want foreboding here) Anyway, it's a very beautiful poem. I'm working on some of your others now--not easy works to critique as they tend to be very deep, which is the attraction. Yours, Dee P.S. I'm glad you like the picture. Today it's 72 in California. It's hard to remember that last storm in Spokane. What's the weather like in England? I'll have to update to a sunny picture soon.

Electric Blue

17 years 2 months ago

Lost in the mist of time

Dee Thank you typo corrected. I thought of changing my picture being a natural blonde then it would not be electric blue Thank you for your comments and taking time out to read. If you look into my profile I feel very close to nature maybe some will catch your eye. always Electric Blue I love your picture it is so serene.

Rett

17 years 2 months ago

Maggie, I love this

Crossing the river Styx. Great write. I have tow very minor suggestions though. Although the choice of words is correct, both places they tend to upset the flow, so I suggest dropping a syllable on each word. Lost in the mist of time down by the rivers edge The mist surrounds me I blow the awaiting (waiting) horn Out of the mist a tall dark stranger appears It is the Ferryman I cross his palm with silver then step into the awaiting (waiting) boat With that change the flow is awesome. Again, I love this write. Respectfully, Rett: "A Democracy can withstand anything but Democrats." Robert A. Heinlein For the sake of children, read this. http://www.neopoet.com/node/19905

Electric Blue

17 years 2 months ago

lost in the mist of time

Rett Just me feeling lost and low with such longing to be where my heart and soul resides. So there I'll be in the mist waiting for my tall dark stranger who is always there waiting. As you say it is the correct word and changing it does alter the flow. Thank you for your encouragement I am honoured my friend. Electric Blue

Ink Dragon

17 years 2 months ago

Maggie,

I am sorry I missed this post the first time around. It is indeed very deep. We do not always like to be reminded of our own mortality. I can see the mist, and I even feel the cold when I read your words. Yours, ~Nina

Electric Blue

17 years 2 months ago

Lost in the mist of time

Nina As for being lost in the mist it is a place of not existance for me there is nothng to feel just me in a void timeless motionless just not wanting to feel the pain the hurt the loneliness when all i long for is to love and be loved to share etc. But it seems too much to ask for or expect. Thank you for your comments. I hae quite a few poems that no comments at all so i have decided to repost them now and again. Electric blue

xena465

16 years 4 months ago

I love it

I imagine when the ferry carries you across your insides would be in turmol but also deep down relieved that you're moving on. It took me years of trying to repair something beyond repair as he never changed. I crossed that ferry in my mind many times but got back on at the other end... to many times. Eventually to stayed on the other side. I'm glad I finally did. Thanks for you the read of this poem. It helped. xena