Blue Mist

by Formslipper

Published September 18, 2011

In Decent Crap

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A simpler, dearer poem. It's all about wanting to cry, and trying to understand somebody. So, here you go.


Let me feel your pulse,
Your watery, thrumming throb,
That angelic, blinking cistern,
That artery of malcontent

Slow down- say small words,
Under ground, over sky,
Make few your worth,
Shut two small eyes

Don’t you cry,
When blue, blue mist,
Clouds your milling sigh,
Then sleep in mine

And make good your waist,
To melt in my arms,
‘Cuz I can’t see you,
Misty, blue

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tgirly
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tgirly wrote a review Review · Sep 18, 2011

I feel like the first stanza doesn't really have the same word choice as the rest. I feel there could be more unity. Other than that, I do like the poem and agree with WriteWriter that it's very deep. For some reason it reminds me of Wuthering Heights, which is a good thing, because that's my favorite book. It has a way of slipping away from you after you read it, making it so you have to read it more than once, and each time you read it discovering something new. And I'm not even the type that like rereading things, so you know your poem has to be good. :) No spelling or grammar mistakes, so good job on that. Nice job. Hope this review helps! :)
-tgirly

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WriteWriter
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WriteWriter wrote a review Review · Sep 18, 2011

So, I got in trouble for copying and pasting my reviews a while back and so I've learned heavily not to do that. So for the note: this isn't copied and pasted. I really did see how this would make people cry because, well, it actually made me cry. Simple stanzas and all that with a lot of meaning usually do. However, I don't think I'd read it again, only because it's so meaningful that it makes me think of worse things than what it's probably supposed to. This isn't a bad things, I just think it's such a great poem that it deserves to be read by more than one person.



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