Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Bog Lights

hung low swamp weeds
dark shapes rise like smoke
blog lights dance and swirl
tiny pensive beings wait
ancient souls weep our name


Jim said...

Yes, Melanie, those bog lights are mysterious. I like your take on it calling them beings.

I never have seen them, have you? They have them in Northeast Texas and Northwest Louisiana. Some say it is gas.

I like this a lot. With all your artful imaging it is like I am seeing them. :)
I am in Quebec City, Canada. I planned to be out tonight but it is raining and cool so what else but catch up on my blogging?

Anonymous said...

what a great way to talk of blogs and the dwellers of blogsvilla !! loved this :)

PS : i like your blog header image !

Tumblewords: said...

Oh, I love the mystical enchantment that comes from these ancient souls - I absolutely adore this piece, adore it!

SandyCarlson said...

I believe I have heard that weeping.

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Sorry my friends but I have been ill of late. I want to thank you all for your wonderful comments.


Harshad mehta said...

Rest well and take care, my friend.

Loved your imagination in poem.

Strummed Words said...

Our poems are like tiny pensive beings waiting. I like that!

Carlos Gesmundo said...

Melanie, I enjoyed the images. Quite compelling.

Best wishes.


Jingle said...

wise words.
it is important for all to know or be aware of ...

buttercup said...

I adore this, very thought provoking my well penned. Thanks x

Amity said...

thanks to Jim for sharing his thoughts on your poem... ;-)

always thought-provoking verses you're penning Melanie!

thanks for sharing! ;-)