A fantastic short story by Stephen King by that name is the first thing to come to mind. I’m not really certain that a two hundred and fifty off pager qualifies as short but that is a different matter. A relatively faithful film rendition was also released, I liked it well enough.
Unfortunately neither of those is the mist I’m speaking of. Which really is too bad because I could go on about mutant spiders and religious zealots at length. Alas…
Despite more than a few claims, no one can see the future. It lies shrouded and impatient in an infinite number of “right nows”. Sometimes the fog seems lighter as you confidently stride onward. Other instances you must feel your way along, hands outstretched and fearful. Sometimes the mist and you are one.
Dew-Point, March 21, 2018.
Fog is thick within tonight
Heavy dense, no chance of sight
Stumbling around try to find
Anything to be less blind
Sad to say you can’t locate
That which makes the mist abate
Even fire can not make gone
Black where sunlight’s never shone
When night emits from inside
Truly nowhere left to hide.
First of all, yes, I easily could have called the thing “The Fog ” and gone on a John Carpenter diatribe but I’ve made my choice. Get it? The Thing? The dog says I’m funny. Though she only speaks Mandarin so I may have mistranslated.
I really like this poem though paradoxically feel as though I’ve done a brutal job attempting to explain the point. Instead, I’m not going to try any further and just be all artistic and what not allowing you to decide among yourselves. So there.
As always, you are all the noblest of mammals and I look forward excitedly to crafting tomorrow’s rhetoric.
Shalom!
-Alex Blaikie
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A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.
It made your point just fine!
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you did a good job of explaining this past February for me!
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So many poems can have such different contexts to different people. I love that!
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I am happy to give feedback…. I have found that it’s an enjoyable way to share in someone’s writing.
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You are always welcome to do so. Please feel welcome to reach out via e-mail:)
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I think you did fine making your point, nice work. On another note, The Mist is my favorite King “short” story (it’s like 10 chapters isn’t it?). I did not like the movie.
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I liked the movie right up until the ending. His was far, FAR, superior. Thanks for dropping by, you’re awesome!
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*Snaps fingers*
That’s what I’m talking about!
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Oh I liked this a lot…gave me a heavy feeling of foreboding in my chest as I read it. Stephen King is my favourite author and I LOVED The Mist. Also loved the movie; even the changed ending (which I heard King actually liked as well). Heavy fog has always made me uneasy. You captured this very well!
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Thank you so much Patti, I’m so thrilled you loved it!
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Wow! This just described my entire childhood and adolescence. I really enjoy your work, as it brings me back down from trauma symptoms. Thank you.
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I couldn’t be more thrilled to help!!
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I didn’t read “the mist” but you make me want to read it , also I can say that the poem express one of my usual state of mind, nice work to make it that clear
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Nice poem. My favorite line – “not even fire can make gone, black where sunlight’s never shone.” On another note, King’s novella is excellent and Lovecraftian in a sense. And JC’s The Fog? One of my most favorite films of all time!
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Thanks so much. That’s my favourite line as well!
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