Tonya

May 22, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Foggy Mornings

Day struggles to get out of bed,

Shakes her head from the fog

Enveloping her otherwise bright demeanor,

Dipping her fingers into dewy grass

She freshens her face and smiles

Her warmth soon suffuses her essence

As it seeps into her surroundings, she beams

Tendrils of oblique shafts waft onward

Their translucent fingers lingering briefly

Caressing earths face once more

Like a forlorn lover, despondent…

Abjectly torn from embracing arms,

Fog slowly fades into nothingness

Leaving behind damp tears for Day to dry

— Tonya, May 22, 2009

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Critiques

themoonman

17 years ago

Tonya...

Day's morning washing, dewed dippings, and warm sun to towel dry its moistened magic... great theme Tonya... and written with a love for Earth's beauty... loved it! Richard

Tonya

17 years ago

Thank you

Richard. Glad you liked it! Fog in the morning, when the sun is coming up... can be a lovely site! lol Always Tonya

dina grey

17 years ago

Very desciptive and

Very desciptive and beautifully done. Dina

Tonya

17 years ago

personification

has to be one of my favorite things to dabble in. Thanks for stopping by to read and comment Dina. your time is very appreciated! Thank you. Always, Tonya

faerybeki

17 years ago

Tonya, this has an ethereal feel for me, you do personification beautifully, really like the day dipping her fingers in the dew and washing her face to refresh and there is such loveliness in the gradual burning off of the fog, such clarity gained. I'm with Moonman, loved it! :) much love b x

Tonya

17 years ago

Thank you B

You see my thoughts here beautifully. Very glad you stopped by to visit and comment. Your time is always appreciated. Always Tonya x

deelilah

16 years 11 months ago

Hello Tonya

Haven't seen you since I drove through Oklahoma. Good to be back. I love this poem. 'Like a forlorn lover, despondent… Abjectly torn from embracing arms, Fog slowly fades into nothingness Leaving behind damp tears for Day to dry' I have a clear picture of this fog lady, fading, reaching for her lover, her wispy arms reaching. I can also picture Day (me)struggling to get out of bed--putting on her make-up, so to speak. Very nice. Yours, Deelilah

Tonya

16 years 11 months ago

Yea, me too..

mornings are not always my friend. Don't you think and feel all mother natures characters can easily be reflected with human qualities. Maybe not Always.. but snippets.. dawn, fog, night, storms, etc.. etc... sometimes throwing tantrums or being our best friend even. Just, the way they make us feel. Thanks for reading. It tickles me you can identify with both "characters" here. I am glad you liked it. Always, Tonya

pint_a_stoli

16 years 11 months ago

Tonya

You personified Day so effectively. Reminds me of a Dickenson poem where she personified the blazing, galloping sun over the terrain as that of a wild stallion. I can see the multiple references in this work along with the metaphor. Takes quite a brilliant mind to exchange casual vision to monumental perception. Sometimes you have such remarkable poetry...all other times, you are nothing less than a literary Master. ...this is one of my favorites by you (in fact, i've stopped counting) PINT

Tonya

16 years 11 months ago

My dear Pint..

you are way to kind to me sir. But i appreciate every single word. Thank you very very much. I know, lol, (had to put that in) lots of times what i see and try to put to words is somewhat confusing.. as you have told me, but most times, you get me and find something very honest in all those words. I thank you for that. Always, Tonya