Forest mist

An inkling of a hint of an idea has graduated from just that: a fuzzy notion, like outlines of something in the distant mist, to a more solid thought. Out of the woodwork tiny coincidences creep… and crawl, and slither like nighttime creatures do in a bedtime story, until they come together and grow and take shape. Until?


Until finally, my conscious self has been hit over the head with a force so strong it makes my chest ache. My beating heart rattles in my rib cage. Shaken from the impact, she dusts herself off, waves a clenched fist in the upward direction of where that lump of gray mass lies.


The brain has caught up to the heart.



  1. Melissa
    February 4, 2016 / 7:29 AM

    Nailed it for me on this one…

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  2. Kristyn
    February 2, 2016 / 2:48 PM

    Amazing! Can’t wait to see what you do with your inspired thoughts!

  3. Jane
    February 1, 2016 / 9:53 PM

    brilliant! Keep it up! The poem perfectly describes the process of working through something that has not been easy to mentally grasp but works through your mind, oxox

  4. melissa
    February 1, 2016 / 8:57 AM

    I like this one! Beautifully descriptive.

    • February 1, 2016 / 8:34 PM

      Thank you! I have images of cartoons pinging around my brain on this one

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