Walking the dog
stepping out
into private space,
a deep well
of damp white;
morning fog
blankets the world
in stillness,
letting through small sounds:
dripping moisture
on phantom leaves,
the soft thud
of a cat landing
out of sight,
the rustling of birds
grounded by fog,
soft canine panting,
and the beating
of my heart.
sgreerpitt
Saturday September 19, 2009
To read other poems on the prompt "fog" check out One Single Impression between Sunday 9/20/09 and Saturday 9/26/09.
Photo was taken this morning (9/19/09) on my way to Rosh Hashanah services, just off US 23 just south of the Virginia/Kentucky border.
19 comments:
Thank You Sue, it helped me discover your blog. Nice write...it indeed blankets the world. Nicely you have captured the whipers of nature.
Beautiful Sue. I also loved driving in the fog when I lived in the country, early in the morning before traffic. It was like being in another world, where there is so much "stillness", and it made me feel like I didn't have a care in the world. Thank you for bring back the memory.
Oh, I loved this work Sue! You've really captured the essence of this prompt. Bravo!!!
I used to love it in the fog, although we don't get much nowadays where I am.
Beautiful words.
I liked this. It made me wish for fog.
We hardly have any fog. It is more of a smog.
when my bones stick into yours
You set a lovely scene by describing the halting sounds of faster life. Wonderful imagery.
Beautiful words! They paint the photo accompanying it...I would see that in my mind's eye even if you hadn't shown it!
Beautiful. Such a beautiful meditation. I feel I am taking that early morning walk with you. There is nothing like stepping into that day with a friend--alone but not alone.
Happy New Year!
Happy Rosh Hashanah !
.. a really 'alive ' poem --it is lovely ..
Hey great, Sue. We have the dog in common.
You are right, we have no idea where the fog ends, it may very well blanket the whole earth.
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I never have my camera ready and think I can catch it next time, but several times crossing our 'long' bridge to the Interstate over the lake, a ROLL OF FOG with definite bounds is within our seeing. It is a three-dimensional sight with the edge and the top and the bottom all visible.
At times it is where we drive into it.
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I think this is my favorite poem so far this week. I can identify with it so strongly. I miss walking my daughter's dogs in all sorts of weather. I can hear those familiar sounds in the fog. I'm wondering if I ever noticed birds in a fog. Are they truly grounded? I sure will be paying close attention now.
This is exactly how it feels to walk in the fog. Wonderful, Sue.
I felt like I was right there, Sue. Just beautiful.
lovely poem!!quite an inspiration indeed!
that was so beautiful, perfect imagery.
what a beautiful meditation for the new year. to find the stillness that gathers. reading your words brings me there. thank you.
lovely, great write! reminds me of the stillness i sometimes crave!
Fantastic poem. I can place myself in the moment of that time in my mind. I of course would most likely be holding a coffee cup and telling my hyperactive boston terrier to be still but suffice, I would enjoy at least 30 seconds of it I am sure. Beautiful!! Tammy
This is a truly beautiful poem. There is a softness, a quietness of discovery in these lines.
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