"The Morning" by Caspar David Friedrich‘Foggy Morning Fantasy’ and Other Poetry by James A. Tweedie The Society June 24, 2019 Poetry 10 Comments Foggy Morning Fantasy If heaven, as they say, is in the clouds Then it appears my home and neighborhood Were raptured in the night. If so, I should Expect to see streets paved with gold, and crowds Of saints and martyrs with the heavenly host Outside my window singing in the mist, Dignus est Agnus qui occisus est,* In praise of Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Have I arrived on Jordan’s distant shore? Could it be possible that I have been Translated to the New Jerusalem Where tears are wiped away and Death’s “no more?” My doorbell rings, but to my great surprise, A Fed-Ex man . . . an angel in disguise? *Latin: “Worthy is the Lamb that was slain” Revelation 5:12 An Ordinary J. Prufrock Kind of Day A pastel blue behind a hazy gray; A Noon-time sky not clear, not overcast. A cool, light-stirring breeze meanders past; An idyll of an ordinary day. The softly whispered roar of surf and beach Enfolds, like fog, my elsewise silent street, While I, ensconced upon a cushioned seat, Hear distant mermaids singing, each to each. Their siren-song bestirs me to arise And follow them along the nearby shore. “Come join us now!” they cry, “or nevermore! “Too soon will come an end to mid-day skies!” In haste, I rise and go, ere I grow old . . . I wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. James A. Tweedie is a recently retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He likes to walk on the beach with his wife. He has written and self-published four novels and a collection of short stories. He has several hundred unpublished poems tucked away in drawers. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 10 Responses Sultana Raza June 24, 2019 Quite evocative. Like the subtle humour too. Reply Joe Tessitore June 24, 2019 Wonderful stuff, and two truly knock-out endings! Reply Steve Shaffer June 24, 2019 Loved “Foggy Morning Fantasy”! Reply Amy Foreman June 24, 2019 “Foggy Morning Fantasy” pairs the heavenly with the prosaic in a delightful poetic humoresque. Satisfying and smile-worthy! Reply Sally Cook June 24, 2019 Dear James Tweedie – Life on the edge of water always blends change and contemplation, as you have shown in these two poems, which blend both your religious beliefs and whimsical excursion. Very nice~. Reply C.B. Anderson June 24, 2019 James, like a good red wine, you age well — you seem to get better every day. What will I tell my children? Reply David Watt June 25, 2019 James, your descriptions are rich, and the element of humour rounds off these already polished pieces. Reply Joseph S. Salemi June 26, 2019 The second poem is an excellent evocation of Eliot. But I think that you don’t need a strange form line “Noon-time” in line 2. Just say “noontime,” without the capital N or the hyphen. Reply James A. Tweedie July 2, 2019 Agreed. Reply Monty July 17, 2019 I also feel that the capital ‘N’ should go; but the hyphen should remain. Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.