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Cotton wool fog

by Anne Howe



Can you hear the silence
Touch the thought
Or see the peoplesÂ’ voices
Through the cotton wool fog?

With a mind seized in the grip
Of numbing constriction
Shadow of a shadow
Overcoat worn on the inside

Looking out through eyes
Behind the slits of the mask
Your body is heavy with the plated armour
Of that self which walks the streets
Leaving thought behind

Downtrodden and cast into
An inner place of stupefied stillness
Controlled by the energy of the genderless mask
You wander, awaiting release
From its tentacled grip
Unable to experience clarity of mind
Or a sense of being.

..............Alone..............


08/10/2002

Posted on 08/10/2002
Copyright © 2024 Anne Howe

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 09/28/05 at 06:01 PM

I really love the imagery of the phrase that is the namesake of this poem "Cotton Wool Fog", gorgeous!

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