dVerse-Quadrille #26: Ghostly

 

                                       Lost

Trudging towards eve of dusk

Ominous fog drifting into view

Shrouding nature’s signposts

Turning trees into ghostly apparitions

 

Crisp footsteps accompany haunting howls

Tracking prints of fear

In once brave heart

Calling for home

 

Unspoken vesper astral floating

Mountains hear plea

Shining salvation’s light

 

 

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About Olga

I have always had an affinity for artistic endeavors and the beauties of nature. The power of the word combined with photography have become my creative spark.
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36 Responses to dVerse-Quadrille #26: Ghostly

  1. ghostmmnc says:

    Very ethereal! I love seeing the fog, and the way it transforms ordinary objects into mysterious shapes. 🙂 Great imagery in your poem.

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  2. Oooh, very spooky!

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  3. frankhubeny says:

    I hate being lost in a wooded area, even a small one. One can get turned around quickly even if one is on trails and there is still plenty of light.

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    • Olga says:

      I know. It can feel scary to feel lost. I was cross-country skiing in my younger years and lost track of time, dusk coming and racing to get back home. Every sound is threatening. My inspiration for this poetry. Thanks for commenting Frank. 🙂

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  4. A very atmospheric poem Olga. Such a tranquil scene but the mind and imagination can make it seem threatening…

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    • Olga says:

      Thank-you, Mek. Yes, in a situation of feeling lost, the emotions takes over and may exaggerate the reality of the situation.

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      • that is essentially what fear does, isn’t it? you reminded me of a time years ago when I sat on a foggy hill side, alone. I couldnt see beyond a meter and was calm and content for a while but then the silence as the group I was with got further away started to spook me out and I had this weird feeling of questioning how much time had passed and if I’d ever make my way back out of the fog.

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        • Olga says:

          Interesting story, Mek. Thanks for sharing. Yes, fog has a strange way of enhancing fear in certain situation.

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          • No problem! Yes, plays on the fear of the unknown / unseen. I should add, I have read I think 3 poems of bloggers I follow in response to this prompt and they have all been great! I must check out this font of inspiration 🙂

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            • Olga says:

              You should, Mek. I just started a few weeks ago and it’s inspiring my creativity. I think that I really enjoy the interesting commentary that I don’t get on other sites. It’s seems to be a wonderful community. 🙂

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  5. Denis1950 says:

    A beautiful poem Olga there is always hope

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  6. The fog is almost a ghost itself. Wonders.

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  7. Extremely ethereal! I cherish seeing the haze, and the way it changes normal articles into puzzling shapes..Great symbolism in your sonnet.

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  8. kim881 says:

    You made the hairs stand up on my neck, Olga – I love being out in fog and its wonderful artistic way of ‘Turning trees into ghostly apparitions’. The sounds in your poem create an atmosphere with a chilly frisson. I love that phrase: ‘Unspoken vesper astral floating’!

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    • Olga says:

      The fog can definitely add a ghostly transformation to our view of a familiar world. Happy that my words touched your senses. Thank-you for the thoughtful comment, Kim. ❤

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  9. Grace says:

    I don’t relish getting lost, yikes ~ I admire this ending, very mystical:

    Unspoken vesper astral floating

    Mountains hear plea

    Shining salvation’s light

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    • Olga says:

      Thank-you for saying that you enjoyed the ending, Grace. ❤
      Feeling lost is a very scary thing to go through and in the end one relies on inner faith and sheer determination to get out of the situation. I remember following a marked trail in the wilderness. The trail went on and on, splitting up into multiple trails, but the markers disappeared at one point which I didn’t pay attention to at first. Panic set in and it was getting late in the day. Back-tracking and trying to remember which was the right way was nerve-wracking. I felt amazing relief that I didn’t have to spend the night in the bush. Lesson learned. 🙂

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  10. sanaarizvi says:

    Sometimes we have to get lost in order to truly find ourselves… ❤️

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  11. Thotpurge says:

    shrouding nature’s signposts… that’s a great description!

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  12. kanzensakura says:

    I truly like this poem. Years ago I lived in the mountains of NC and the fog could come on suddenly or, in the winter, a low clouds could pass over an area and you would see all these horizontal icicles…rime ice it was called. Fog is most intriguing.

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  13. Hi Olga! I’ve had a fascination with fog since I was a child. Everything inside a fog is shrouded in mystery. Great pictures and loved your poem too! 😀 xx

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  14. Frances D says:

    I’m a city girl, but your beautiful poem and photo brought back an evening from long long ago. A fog so thick that you didn’t see who was walking toward you on the NYac streets until they broke the grey curtain and were right next to you. Shivers. Thanks for sharing.

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    • Olga says:

      Yes, I’ve experienced very thick and eerie fogs also in my small city environment. “Grey curtain” is a great way to describe it. Thanks for checking out my work. ❤

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  15. Excellent eerily expressive poetry. Fog truly can be frightening, especially when you are driving.

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