Wonderful piece of romanticism that doesn't rely on the obvious. Well done.

Love this... Can't even say why it captured me like it did, but it did, and I loved it. :)

I especially loved the word play on mist/missed

Cryssa

WHEN IT DRIES IN THE ATMOSPHERE AND IS SEEN NO MORE...TRULY...MIST, IS MISSED. WELL DONE, KATE AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

perfectly clever! ~ Morgan

Yes, Kate, yes, that is all it takes to be mist.

May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love and who love you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little den sister, Barbie

So true, so mystical, perfection.

Stewing thoughts on a 'misty day' magical as is mystical..wonderful work Kate!

Kate, raw emotions are most difficult to express in a way that leave no doubt in the reader's mind as to what you mean -- you have superbly evidenced that ability with this rendering -- it is a bravo moment my dear friend -- "mist", love fading like the morning dew -- this is another library piece for this reader -- may peace and joy be always with you -- Jon Michael

Kate, I believe you got all of us with your
metaphors!

Always,
Deborah

Oh I love this one..truly truly my kinda poetry ..
..am saving it!

Much love dear Kate..
Blessings,
Vesna :)

Mystical verses misty pinnacle of your thoughts abound...
Lady Mary Ann

I love the play on words here, nothing to be missed in the Mist of the mystic...Nice one, Miss Kate!

Peace, love and light,
Amber

I am always mystified by your unique ability to describe every day circumstance in such eloquent terms. Misty compared to my musty....alas Mister Mustard mistakes mist for must and missed what must have been marvelously musty mist. (Real men don't mist unless they must) Patrick

The watery essence of this poem barely hides the depth of feelings that one can only imagine. I like the way you question the reader and help him/her guess the true nature of missing. A highly intuitive approach! :)

Axilea

You played Misty for me. A beautiful subject for a poem. I like the twist at the end.

Ron

glad i did not...miss...this...

a most clever and soulful poem ... i missed seeing your misty eyes ...

There is an understated eloquence in the almost mystical connection this poem makes between the here and now and the that which cannot quite manage to be that is at once spectral and haunting and at the same time visceral and edgy... you've captured the essence of ether in just a few short stanzas (voila) and you make it look so easy, but it is not... and you've also evoked a sensation I am sure will be unsettling to many... let's see... what's more? I'm sure I missed something...

I love the play on word and the deeper meaning elicited forth by your words, Kate. Thank you. Love and best wishes,

Regis

wow Kate, i adore everything about this one!

Interesting thoughts, young lady, from an ever interesting writer that I have always found interesting...;-)e

WoW! You took on an unorthodox way of giving us a lesson in murkiness and hesitant brain power we all tend to show the world. Last three lines is stunning.

An artfully presented poem filled with multi-dimensional metaphors!
A poignant, elegant poem, so full of feeling...
And I'm feeling quite misty myself tonight!
Blessings,
Christine