Invisible Lips

Step out, step forward and away,
The dawning of  a new day
But no sun in the sky to greet
The echoing of my feet.

Not chilly, cool or cold,
My muscles and bones feel old,
Sense the tentacles creeping in
Through my clothes and under my skin.

Yet there is nothing here to see,
As we walk, just Maggie and me,
Unknowingly having been kissed
By the morning’s heavy mist.

Digital Camera

Morning view from our bow  (taken Sept 2015)

 

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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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7 Responses to Invisible Lips

  1. colinandray says:

    Love the “Misty Morning” photo! 🙂

    • It was one of a couple I took last year of the morning mist creeping across our basin. When we were going up to Stratford I got some lovely ones too.

      • colinandray says:

        I love the feeling of mystery, and the solitude, of a quiet misty morning! 🙂

      • It can be very inspiring. The skies here, both at dawn and at sunset, are full of unwritten verse.

      • colinandray says:

        Just think of the many hidden melodies emanating from the mist, and only heard by those who really listen. The sounds of soft strings swirling over the surface of the still water. Add your unwritten verses and you have a dreamscape that you really want to escape into. Perhaps an unmanned rowboat will come slowly towards you and, after waiting just the few moments necessary for you to get in, will move slowly away and into the mist. As you listen to the gentle sound of water lapping against the boat, you can also hear the gentle chirping of insects close at hand. In the distance, but from deep into the mist, you hear the call of possibly a moorhen. Your boats starts to slowly turn and ……………..

      • Truly visual, it opens up so many possibilities, yearnings, peace and tranquility. No wonder we love the life.

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