Misty Fog
Fog’s hazy dream world drizzled
Down the mountain side, as the sun’s rays fizzled
Into its relentless brume and lays its web,
Like a spider setting up its nest in fab
Tradition, that calls prey to its behest.
The scene above and below is covered
In a dreamy gauze that needs not be applauded,
As the blurry vision reflects a reality
Few wish to face: life is shady,
Never clear cut, rather its variety, at best,
Its unpredictability takes you away from absolutes
That are limiting in their scopes as brutes
That wrench your rosy world into chaos
Of flutes whose mellow, ethereal sounds floss
Your heart into airy contentment lest …
It dissipates, like the misty miasma in a royal crest.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
Poetess, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is my poetry book that’s available on all eplatforms, including Amazon.com.
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
Poetry for Change 