Art Work Courtesy of Rick Mobbs
Reposted for Marie. Mist can be tears, can be joy, can be blood, can be sweat, can be semen, can be love, can be hate, …can be whatever…what do you think men mist most?
This poem was written especially for Rick Mobbs at Mine Enemy Grows Older. Rick has been so kind to feature his beautiful work to inspire us to write each week. Due to other responsibilities, Rick has informed us that he will no longer be able to continue his beautiful art prompts. His latest beautiful piece is shown above. . . . I wrote this poem as an interpretation of the art . . . and . . . how I imagine most men, including Rick, may feel . . . at times.
Like Spilt Milk – The Spirit of a Man ~Written by CordieB.
I hold the world with closed iron fists
Though others cry; I vaguely mist
My ego causes my heart to roar
Yet also causes my mist to pour . . . . like spilt milk wasting on the floor.
Instinctively I’m a territorial being…
Not into that which can’t be seen…
Though often I claim to see the light…
Most times I focus on black and white.
Beauty prompts my groin to soar…
Yet also causes my mist to pour. . . .like spilt milk reproducing more!
My thoughts so often unrealized…
Not even I can crystallize . . .
the myriad of issues– real or fantasized . . .
My triumphs cause my voice to roar
yet also cause my mist to pour. . . like spilt milk gushing out the door
My God chose me to oversee…
Why has earth’s fate been placed on me?
Should I choose peace; should I choose war?
Responsibilities cause my mind to explore . . .
yet also cause my mist to pour. . . like spilt milk crashing on the shore . . .
~Written for Rick Mobbs in response to his last visual arts prompt. . .
i have never been able to figure out how men think,, i have always been guilty of projecting my feelings and or thoughts on their being,, and i found this really refreshing,, because you have me believing,, that you really understand…….
Beautifully done sis and wow to that painting, your interpretation is as how I have interpreted. Your talent never stops astounding me, seriously!
Though we can never fully understand men — and they, us — after reading this, I can gladly pretend I know how they think
This is a great interpretation. Well done dear, it’s lovely.
@Pais.. . . . Thanks for commenting. Men are unassumingly misunderstood – check out . . . http://enreal.wordpress.com/2008/10/20/i-am/
I know no more than you; though I can talk a good game! lol
@SF. Thanks sis. .. our interpretations are just that . . . ours. We can never really know a being other than ourselves. Most of what we think we know is really about ourselves.
@Bomi. Welcome. Thanks sis. . . So true. Thanks for commenting.
Thank You Cordie!!! Beautifully written.
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Hi Cordie,
What a beautiful mist you have sprinkled for us. Like a sonnet for the soul, the smooth reflection tantalizes the senses in reawakening and embraces the starkness of realization.
Thanks
Hi Cordie,
(I don’t know if my comment made it through so I posted it again.)
What a beautiful mist you have sprinkled for us. Like a sonnet for the soul, the smooth reflection tantalizes the senses in reawakening and embraces the starkness of realization.
Thanks
Thanks Alexys for your most poetic comment! Makes me feel special. Peace, Light and Love, C.
Hi COrdie-
Men? I have a gem. He is sensitive and warm and he ‘mists’ tears of joy, fear, hope, sadness, and he sings and plays guitar and piano and he adores me. He could “mist” whatever – he adores me!! And I adore him. I think when people feel adored that their mists are soft and they blend – and it is warm and natural….
Love Gail’peace……
High Gail. You are truly blessed to have such a loving mist in your embrace, and he is blessed to have your loving mists too! May you and his mists blend forever!
Peace, Light and Love, C.