In the Fog

I woke in the misty misty sky.
Two veiled hills, you and I,
fog-vanished.
                        Am I beyond
the edge of all that was near?
Am I nowhere, can you still hear
me
                 under the pond
surface planished?

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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19 Responses to In the Fog

  1. I love that: “two veiled hills.” And oh, the agony of rhetoric. Thank you.

  2. Grace says:

    Love the foggy thoughts under the misty misty sky ~ The complexities of a relationship ~

  3. says a lot in a few words… the use of metaphor is awesome

  4. Skillful use of metaphor – planished beneath the pond – Wow – solid!

  5. Tony Maude says:

    I don’t know if it was what you intended, but this spoke to me of loss and separation, grief and regret – with a side order of longing.

  6. Laurie Kolp says:

    Oh, this is a wonderful poem, Ray. I feel sadness here, too.

  7. Pamela says:

    Concise. I agree with Gay, excellent use of metaphor.

    Pamela

  8. ayala says:

    Beautiful. I feel the longing in this, love this poem.

  9. Nice rhythm and rhyme. Made me get my dictionary out – Planished (great word!). Thanks for sharing.

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