Sanctuary
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under art, Free Verse, Poetry, regret
“Under Windsor Bridge” by Adolphe Valette, 1912
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dead calm envelops me
moist morning fog
adrift on the water
wraps ‘round me
like a cool blanket
it muffles the sounds
of daybreak’s industry
alone with my thoughts
in peaceful privacy
safe anonymity
the regrets of last night
dim and fade
this brief sanctuary
a soothing balm
so welcome
at the start of this heavy day
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rob kistner © 2012
August 19th, 2012 at 11:54 am
Evocative and lovely…I especially like “heavy day”…
August 19th, 2012 at 12:01 pm
Makes me wonder what happened last night.
August 19th, 2012 at 12:06 pm
Yes Laurie, me too, I wonder what happened last night…?
August 19th, 2012 at 12:58 pm
I find fog oddly comforting. This piece reminds me of long walks in the early morning fog in my growing up years–Lovely write!!
August 19th, 2012 at 1:34 pm
well, your guy was not as depressed as everyone else. i guess that shows YOUR state of mind.
under windsor bridge senryu
August 19th, 2012 at 2:25 pm
felt…been there…and been in a similar place where i could take stock of all life and let the sounds of the world fade and be muffled by the fog…
August 19th, 2012 at 3:02 pm
I think we’ve all been in that “heavy” place.
August 19th, 2012 at 3:17 pm
Lovely take on the prompt, Rob.
August 19th, 2012 at 3:32 pm
I really like…
alone with my thoughts
in peaceful privacy
safe anonymity
and…
this brief sanctuary
a soothing balm
so welcome
at the start of this heavy day
..nicely done.
August 19th, 2012 at 9:59 pm
I like that you used the scene as a feeling rather than a backdrop. The fog, the dead calm … it is inside the heart and mind.
August 19th, 2012 at 11:16 pm
Rob, that morning fog does carry its own weight; some mornings it’s heavier, depending on the night before. I swear, sounds muffled around me as I read this. Very nicely written for the prompt, but it stands on its own as a haunting meditation on First Thing Tomorrow, and Tomorrow… Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/08/20/three-hymns-naming-constellations/
August 19th, 2012 at 11:53 pm
The morning mist can bring so much…comfort…or fear!
You tale is slightly ominous…liked that!
Hugs
SueAnn
August 20th, 2012 at 3:35 am
How good to find a spot of peaceful calm amongst the Mag crowd…
August 20th, 2012 at 5:00 am
Good to be here and read your poetry again….
dregs
August 20th, 2012 at 6:32 am
What a beautiful, moody piece!
August 20th, 2012 at 6:32 am
A nice evocation of sanctuary.
August 20th, 2012 at 2:46 pm
The sanctuary of silence, numbing last night’s regrets- lovely.
August 20th, 2012 at 3:07 pm
We all need a little sanctuary now and then.
Nice.
=)
August 21st, 2012 at 7:30 am
The morning after moodiness, described beautifully. Thank you for sharing this, Rob.
August 21st, 2012 at 9:03 am
I have always loved foggy mornings, evenings too ~ as long as I don’t have to drive. Peaceful and protected is how I feel …… your poem is lovely.
August 21st, 2012 at 2:25 pm
Heavy days are such a burden, but your words feel just like thoughts one has pausing by the water for reflection. Excellent piece!
August 21st, 2012 at 3:07 pm
always nice to see you sir…
August 21st, 2012 at 3:35 pm
Pensive and reflective, a lovely soothing poem nicely done,
August 21st, 2012 at 5:43 pm
truly stirring..like the idea of fog muffling the noise..becoming the oasis of silence and peace..thank you for sharing~
August 21st, 2012 at 10:11 pm
A perfect mixture of image and words; lovely! So descriptive.
August 22nd, 2012 at 12:00 pm
Almost perfect sir….. But you forgot the ending:
“and then the line went tought and up strung an 8 pound bass!”
Only joking Rob….. You set such a wonderful stage it made me think of how a real perfect day of mine would start out, sitting on the boat in early daybreak fog, hearing the muffled flip of a largemouth tail just yonder in the weed patch…. and waiting for that sudden jerk! Then it’s “fire up the griddle Darlin’, breakfast is on the way!”
August 22nd, 2012 at 12:46 pm
Gosh, I get so few comments on poetry sent to Magpie anymore, I backed off. Love me some dVerse Poets these days. Nice piece, here, sir; just keep them coming; write your pain.
August 22nd, 2012 at 2:15 pm
If the person in this poem is in need of sanctuary, he/she must be accused of some crime. Has this person posted secret govenment memos on the Internet? Does he believe the Dronemaster cannot locate his targeting position in fog? Does e know much of life is conducted in the fog of war? Why didn’t he get laid last night? You tease us with many possibilities. Perhaps we are having more fun than you are?!? LOL
Thanks for the moment in the mist. Wait! is that the Loch Ness monster rising? Or the Lady of the Land waving the implement of our true destiny at us? Could these be the mists of Avalon? Must everything begin here?