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Friday, December 14, 2012

Blue Mountain Mist


You rise from the sea
in blue mountain mist
calling me to return.

Somewhere within
the tropical green
my spirit was ensnared.

You were only meant
to be snapshots
in a photo album,

not the paradise
I ventured to
that stole my heart.

I know not if angels
play steel drums,
but you are heaven’s landscape.

This unrest inside me
will only find peace
when I shed my concrete view

and return to the land
that kept part of me
wrapped in blue mountain mist.


©Susie Clevenger 2012
 Ella at Poets United has us taking a trip around the world via written verse. The ticket requires we don't reveal our location. Can you guess where I traveled to?


5 comments :

Ella said...

Beautiful! I want to go Susie...I thought of Hawaii, but I'm betting I'm wrong~
I love the layered effect your words dancing and enticing us to want to be there!
:D

aprille said...

This is lovely. Description of past delight and hope for the future/ I'm all for swapping concrete for a tropical island like this. Steel drums probably is the key.

Enigmatic Soul said...

This was breath-taking. Your words are filled with a sort of calm and the images they evoke have a similar effect. I absolutely loved it, the whole piece. Brilliant. And a favourite. :)

Susie Swanson said...

You make me want to go so bad.. This is so beautiful.

thecheesewolf said...

such a beautiful piece this - feels like a journey and a wonderful place - so still and moving.

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