Apr 21, 2016 Original Poetry, Senryu, The Daily Post

In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt:   Fog

Fog Rising
©April 21st, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

Curtain lifts with sun:
Fog rises and dissipates
Coffee clears my head.

Gentle words soothe me
Mist of despair vanishes
Thank you for your love.

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Tags: #Fog, #Metaphorical poem, #OriginalPoetrybyVijayaSundaram, #TheDailyPost, #TheDailyPrompt

May 10, 2013 Awake in Dream Time - Journal Entries about the almost real, the surreal and the unreal

The Dream That Could Devour
©By Vijaya Sundaram
May 10th, 2013

Little bit by little bit,
The fog dissipated
And winter paralysis
Loosened its hold
Upon her mind.

Was it depression all along?
What a dreary word!
Was it dread, then?
How dreadful!
Was it worry and inaction
Born of inaction, perhaps?
How worrisome!

Words can bind one tightly
Words can blind one brightly
Words can find one lightly
Treading the narrow path
Of consciousness
Verging on the forests
Of the unconscious.

Can one be arch
With matters like these?
Can one be coy and drop
Hints like breadcrumbs?
Can one laugh and say
“It’s all made up,
Every single word of it?”

But the facts remain
And the worries were
Possibly real, yes, most
Definitely possibly so.
And the depression
And the blackness of
All-encompassing dread
were most definitely so.

And the deepening fog
And gathering mists
And the muffled voices
Therein were all so real
She could get lost on the hillside.
And, wandering after a faint light,
She would find herself fainting
Into the arms of a mist-creature
Looking in vain for comfort.

And, like a knight, alone at arms and
Palely loitering, near a lake
Where no birds could possibly sing,
She could awake, shake off her stupor
And find herself lost and alone
Forever in the land wherefrom
No one escapes, having
Ventured therein, and seen
The distant, deep green
Eyes of the brooding forest
And the crouched spring
Of the dream that could devour
All sense of the real.

Tags: "knight at arms along and palely loitering", #Fog, #Original Poetry, depression, dread, inaction, mist, paralysis of the will, possibly self-referential archness, reference to Keats, the real and the unreal