Friday, December 18, 2009

Friday Flash 55


Impressions


In the fog, the road ahead diminishes
to nothing.
The impressions of towering oaks
rise gray and ghostly
running at me, then passing.

I float on a chair
enclosed in metal
gliding toward the eternal
vanishing point.

The unknown rises
to greet me, soft as a cloud
and it is never
what I feared.
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25 comments:

big Jenn said...

"and it is never what I feared." jeNN

the walking man said...

I love that you answer your last line with your first.

what I feared.

In the fog,
the road ahead diminishes
to nothing.

Karen said...

As always with you - wonderful writing. You tell the tale with such ease, and we always see what you saw and feel what you want us to feel.

Brian Miller said...

ethereal 55. the last line about the unknown...we can make it so intimidating that we never get there sometimes cant we? i like the surprises though. nicely done.

mine is up.

G-Man said...

Wow Chris...
You turned something very simple, into something beautiful and exciting!
Excellent 55 My Dear.
Thanks for this fine contribution, and have a Wonderful Holiday...G

Hootin' Anni said...

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh...does this EVER paint a picture. I was there...with the fog drifting and the road diminishing.


MY 55 is all about snow suits and the urge....come see HERE

HAPPY CHRISTMAS!!!!

clean and crazy said...

very beautiful 55, i love it.

Dianne said...

quite a painting. Just what I feel, you caught the fog mataphor totally
Have a great weekend
HAKAWE
Dianne

Tall Kay said...

There is nothing to fear, but fear itself. Beautiful 55 Ms. Poetpants!

Ji said...

My god, I am very impressed by the beautiful views here, the poem is perfectly sense making...what a treat for the day!
Happy Friday!


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welcome aboard!

Dave King said...

The idea of an eternal vanishing point resonates with me. I can buy into that.

Monkey Man said...

Inspired. Great 55 Chris. You have already visited me, but if you want another peak - My 55 is HERE.

RNSANE said...

Everything you write impresses me.

hope said...

Wow, that last line sums it all up!

Here's wishing that only good is what the unknown brings you. Have a wonderful Christmas!

lakeviewer said...

It's how you phrase this that's interesting, a moment in the fog, and you are sitting on the only solid thing around.

Syd said...

It's good to realize that our fears are generally nothing at all and only grow in my imagination

Susan Anderson said...

I love the imagery you conjure up through the art term "vanishing point". Great job! Thanks for visiting mine :)

Felicitas said...

A beautiful piece - I love your use of imagery!

Larry said...

Hello Chris
Love the flash 55 you posted for today. You've already been to my blog I'm just getting around to my commenter's sometimes it takes me a couple of days to get to them all.


Marine Life

swapnap said...

Fine imagery of towering oaks...gliding towards the eternal vanishing point....significant impression. Soft as a cloud is something i would relate very much too.

Nice 55.

Woman in a Window said...

i love that the unknown is never what you feared. Love LOVE that. It never is, is it? Always a variation of it or something new entirely.
xo
erin

enchantedoak said...

Thank you for all your comments. I really love telling you my poems.
What I liked most about this one is its closing line.
As I drove into town along the country road that morning, I saw the vanishing point so clearly, and so the poem unfolded in my head. It wasn't until I got home and wrote it down that the ending came. It felt right. Thank you for liking it.

garden-variety drunk said...

happy friday 55- just in the nick of time :) oh how i have missed the luxery of reading our sober blog world

Shadow said...

oh i love this, as much as i love misty weather.

Mariana Soffer said...

Beautifull poem, congratulations, it is not easy to fit things with such a restriction.
Be well, and you are also welcome to check my stuff

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