one misty thought


sifting over misty mountain

sliding along horizons





an allowing point

converging in the rising

steamy coolness

delivering from somewhere deep


a peaking breath

to shake the soul

a little cavalier, axe wielding, idea

chipping away at the grave clinging….

a positive clearing

exposing crisp and naked blue



Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

27 thoughts on “one misty thought

  1. I LOVE these misty blue mountain images! And the idea of “an allowing point”–this is very intriguing. As always, your pairing of poem and painting makes for a beautifully mind-expanding experience.


    1. Thanks Jennifer, I feel a sense of an ‘allowing point’ and the necessity of being present enough to recognise it…..
      My two favourite things art and poetry seem so natural together a kind of belonging….


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