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
Thanks to Sweetest in the Gale for this week's prompt, fog.
19 comments:
Amazing how the fog is seen on land and water.
Great photo and poem.
You approach fog delicately and correctly.
i love your peotic take on fog
Indeed it must. Beautiful!
beautiful ..
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).
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what great images in your poem. they've got me thinking and seeing a lot.
'I have been here before' sings of events that proffered strong lessons. Lovely!
Delicate poem.
I felt that way for years. I feel better now.
This moved me deeply... Such a tender piece... lots of resonance for here, Gabrielle.
Most excellent lines.
ahhh the tired air
the image is lovely
the beauty of not being afraid of fog is that with a simple wisp of breath you can change the shape of it.
I LOVE this poem! I have been there too and know that feeling. Your pic is beautiful!
I love your words, especially the last two lines, beautiful!
Great photo too.
the eerie feeling of deja vu aptly captured here ('i have been here before afraid'') - lovely!
the tired air
must be plucked
tenderly
cannot begin to tell you how exquisite these lines are!
gorgeous!
JP/deb
Beautiful.
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