Sometimes the fog is a blessing
shielding our eyes from light too bright
Blurring the edges, it envelopes gently
like a lover’s sweet embrace
It’s approach, slow-motion tendrils
billowing across open water
Quieting the noise, it invites release
likely building for far too long
Come walk with me along the coast
we’ll surrender our troubles together
Renewing our spirits, the fog soothes
like a salve for our wounded hearts
photo: Pixabay
prompt: Three Words A Day
I do love the slow tendrils of fog — I can feel the enveloping dampness in your writing. Serene…lovely.
So nice to meander and find other poets through NaPoWriMo…..part of the fun of this glorious month!
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Thank you! I’m excited to read your work as well!
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Hey. I have nominated you for the 3 Quotes in 3 Days Challenge. You can participate only if you wish. Here is the link to the challenge on my blog:
https://mandibelle16.wordpress.com/2016/04/24/one-to-three-quotes-in-three-days-all-at-once/
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Thanks. I’ll check it out!
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Nice. I like how the fog is soothing, not something dark,or hiding anything.
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Thanks. Under the right conditions, I’ve found it can be almost comforting to take a walk through it.
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Slow motion tendrils – lovely. .
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Thank you!
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