Misty Morning-Interpretation By Lauren Jackson

Misty Morning



There’s always been something mysterious about mist

Like how its dense span swells from sky to ground

How it manages to possess the particles in the air

While all this is accomplished in silence- Not a sound.



Awe.



A thickening, impenetrable, heavy atmosphere

For hours I could sit, just stop and at it gaze

Obscuring any view that could possibly exist

And wonder how the clouds, from above, fell to be this haze.



Intrigue.



A morning mist, yes at the beginning of a day

Skilfully may cloud judgement and disorientation the potential to fabricate

Hoping for the proud sun to appear, just an elegant, simple, single ray,

As if it were the season of spring, in the budding month of May.



Hope.



The authority of the mist could settle on the mind

An indecisive attitude can infect ones concentration

Can dominate thoughts, conflicts a days design

Or pollute the hearts natural inclination.



Or



The total innocence of the mist, the oblivion of its purpose or effect

Could make an astounding impression on ones opinion

And to notice the humble beauty of a misty morning

I know that I shall never forget.

A Misty Morning - An Interpretation by Jean Marco

Mouth breathes as a child's exhalation
Colliding inside the window to the world
It's expected to go, to dissipate, to show
It stays and distorts your view


Hand wipes in an attempt to see
Smearing then clearing this see-through canvas
It's supposed to portray, to relay state of play
Yet the vapour remains clouding your view


Eye looks out through the morning mist
With difficulty finding shape and form
It cannot define or refine, nor underline
The mist makes it hard to see


Body shivers as it enters the mist
Taking comfort in the protection upon it
The day has begun, the mist soon will be gone
To return another day or morning

Jean Marco « j'ai marqué »
Interpretation: A Misty Morning

A Misty Morning - Interpretation by TJ

Misty morning
Missed you this morning.
Spider made a web and now it's full of gems.
Thought of our tangled mess:
How we could make it beautiful if we tried our best.

Grass is refreshed
I'd bottle each drop of dew to give to you
Just to prove...just to prove...
Well
Something symbolic anyway
Like it's not all bad when the sun is delayed
Because soon those rays will burn up a brighter day.
But I'm afraid that's all I know how to say
My metaphors might never afford the price you pay for their mistakes

We are like a misty morning
A simile I use similarly to the metaphor before
As in
Sometime's it's hard to see what we could potentially be.
Cold but not froze, there's hope
When it's all lifted
I might find your hand
So when the next mist persists
I know where you are
And together, we can start

A Misty Morning-Take By Gio

Your soft hue caresses my eyes,
Your frivolity is beautiful.
No one tells you when to come,
when to go,
when there will be dew,
when you'll bring snow.
A law unto yourself but you aren't a rebel
And yet you still liberate me
Cut me free from the chains of the mundane
Like a friend you come bearing gifts
Inspiring me to bring out the depths of imagination
Do you come alone?
Or do you bring the smells and sounds of life?
Are you quiet and serene?
Or does energy course through you?
You fuel my brain
Excite my senses
Refresh the soul
Create

New Theme

To help get the creative juices flowing TJ and Gio have thought to set a theme for the forum to think and create around. This helps give writing a bit of direction but also makes it an interesting exercise, as we will see how different people's perceptions are of the same concept. The theme for now as set by TJ is "A Misty Morning".
If you would like to contribute the forum would love to hear from you.
However don't feel pressured to stick to this theme, have fun.
FF

New Beginnings

It has been a very quiet year for the Forum this year unfortunately, mostly due to its many members being quite busy and such. However it would be such a waste for all the hard work that has gone into the site to go in vain. Many people have expressed a creative side that would have remained hidden from most of their friends on this site and the effort, time and energy should not be forgotten. We have had some really beautiful pieces shown to the world here in the past but there is no reason why it can't continue on into the future. December 2011 will mark the 2nd year anniversary of this site and we say bring it on. So let us get pen to paper, camera to beauty, brush to canvas etc anything to celebrate our creative side. One day hopefully we can look back on the forum and let it bring a smile to our faces knowing we brought something different and individual. So today marks a new beginning. Not to forget the past but embrace the future.

Gem from TJ

BRAINSTORM- Lauren Jackson

They say a brainstorm is the ideal way to construct and organise ones thoughts.
Yet, thinking about it. Is it really so?
I know when there’s a storm in my brain
I get even more confused where to go.

An explosion of thoughts, flying in all directions
Bright lights, thunder, lightening, all sorts of sounds
Convinces me of the fact, my head must be in the clouds.
How can ones thoughts, intentions and concerns
ALL be mapped onto a single two dimensional piece of paper?
Is it reasonable to request? Is it feasible to construct?
Is it even likely to make sense?

The dispersion of deep emotion onto a frail piece of innocent paper
Seems as unjust as child appointed adjudicator.
A brainstorm a map! A guide? A paper translation?
Honestly it’s more like a big splat, no interpretation.

So when demanded to brainstorm my thoughts
I return a plain blank empty page
Because it’s all I ought
Because whoever is asking obviously doesn’t know
That a person’s inner emotion, a piece of paper cannot show.

Swimming Without Taking In The Water-Jay DJ

How hard is it to live somewhere
Without being a part of it?
The many waves of deep despair
And yet you still keep free from it?
A sea of corruption, lust and vice,
So just how do you flee from it?
We're stranded here, and not by choice,
Can we really deal with it?
Surrender's not the answer for
Indeed you won't be free of it.
But rather ...

The waters rough, the swells are strong
But endurance is the key.
It helps us ride the rising tide
And gain the victory.
So keep in mind your strongest faith
That you'll survive this weather.
A help from a Great Friend
Will ensure that you won't falter.
A simple goal I can assure
Will help you in this matter:
Just aim to keep on swimming
Without taking in the water.

Damian Brown