Fog is a Feeling

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Like cold and dark before her

Fog is a feeling

Clawing for light

Images

Distorted

Paths

Unclear

Trapped by

words voice memory

bodies touch fingertip

joy loss

here gone

Fog is a feeling that won’t

Let me go

photo by Barbara Paulsen at tandemechoes.com

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6 thoughts on “Fog is a Feeling

  1. I love the title and the sentiment. The solitude, the ultimate sadness that encompasses our journey, the exquisite joy we glimpse along the way. For me, fog is a weight, a heavy pressing down, a gasp for air, a wish to survive, to lift that dense blanket of condensation, of condemnation. I see a lot of fog in my city and I can tell you, it’s my least favorite weather pattern. It separates us from our reality even more tragically than the night.

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    • It does, doesn’t it? I can’t find anything “fun” to write about fog. It just feels like weather entrapment. Careful, or I might publish your comment as a poem in and of itself!

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