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Post by mysticbluebell on Jan 12, 2014 22:07:31 GMT
Snow still missing, the fog can hopefully inspire too!
So tell us in Weekly Theme:
In the Fog
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Post by puddles on Jan 13, 2014 1:50:48 GMT
In the fog finding I am lost
I look around my mind is confused
it seems the wind has me tossed
into this state and I'm not amused
So I'll gather my sense within this mist
praying that all will be alright
hoping to find the light called bliss
assuring all is well in the sky so bright
For not all is lost in the moisten fog
for avenues exists for one to escape
as we try to find freedom from this blog
waiting for the day all will be put back in shape
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Post by doreen23 on Jan 13, 2014 12:33:04 GMT
The fog
Neither seen nor heard,
I'm the silent fiend
I creep up on people,
who want to scream
I'm dangerous to be around,
as I can make your life
a misery.
Car drivers hate me
Planes cannot fly,
Yet I am free.
I am the fog
who loves to play.
Swirling, twirling around
at eventimes but
I can stay
until the early morn.
I'm mainly seen in Autumn
as misty swirling fog.
I love to envelop you
like a cold damp blanket
I'm so murky and dense,
and folk do not like me
as no joy I bring.
Foghorns makes a sound
which are for me
letting folk and ships
know that I'm around.
But yet I do have friends
who live near the coast
Lots of drowned seamen
whom I love the most.
They are lost souls,
who emerge in the fog,
searching for
their final resting place,
and I can help
their spirits embrace
their loved ones.
Because as the fog
I just stand there
so they
cannot be seen.
I can also
disappear just as
quickly as I came.
No sound I make
as I quietly leave
without a fight.
But I will be back
again soon as
a white haze on
a frosty night.
I AM THE FOG
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Post by mysticbluebell on Jan 17, 2014 21:39:39 GMT
In the Fog
When the early morning hides behind thick fog
And I hardly find my way, walking the dog…
It holds the only vague promise, soothing the mind,
Afternoon may bring sunshine and make life kind.
On Winter days we may not see any bright light,
High fog keeps the world gloomy with a dim sight.
All day it looks as it was dusk, better even dawn
Instead of sprinkling spirit, there’s only a yawn.
So to not feel miserable, I learned to change view,
Thick fog can be a shelter, no evil gets through.
My little world feels safe and cosy, now that’s good!
But what can I do to make high fog “understood”?
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Post by puddles on Jan 18, 2014 14:13:43 GMT
Dee, Mystic, good writes you both made, it's getting a bit foggy, getting hard to read, ha, ha....
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