Sunday, September 20, 2009

Fog


Thanks to Sweetest in the Gale for this week's prompt, fog.



fog

mornings
heavy and damp
hang
as doppelgangers

I have been
here before
afraid
at times like this
the tired air
must be plucked
tenderly

19 comments:

Maggie said...

Amazing how the fog is seen on land and water.

Great photo and poem.

anthonynorth said...

You approach fog delicately and correctly.

shraddha/april@theselfloveproject said...

i love your peotic take on fog

SandyCarlson said...

Indeed it must. Beautiful!

zoya gautam said...

beautiful ..

Jim said...

The fog is bringing out the eerieness here.
You are not alone in your fog. I sense from reading the others some of those writers are lurking right beside you hidden by the fog (as doppelgangers).
..

Andrée said...

what great images in your poem. they've got me thinking and seeing a lot.

Tumblewords: said...

'I have been here before' sings of events that proffered strong lessons. Lovely!

spacedlaw said...

Delicate poem.

TomCat said...

I felt that way for years. I feel better now.

thelittlewriterthatcould said...

This moved me deeply... Such a tender piece... lots of resonance for here, Gabrielle.

Quiet Paths said...

Most excellent lines.

Dianne said...

ahhh the tired air

the image is lovely

the walking man said...

the beauty of not being afraid of fog is that with a simple wisp of breath you can change the shape of it.

Patti said...

I LOVE this poem! I have been there too and know that feeling. Your pic is beautiful!

Geraldine said...

I love your words, especially the last two lines, beautiful!

Great photo too.

Stanis said...

the eerie feeling of deja vu aptly captured here ('i have been here before afraid'') - lovely!

JP/deb said...

the tired air
must be plucked
tenderly


cannot begin to tell you how exquisite these lines are!

gorgeous!
JP/deb

Raven said...

Beautiful.