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Fog
by Leonard M Hawkesbeyond the Window
I see only White
on snowy days
in a blinding swirl
I would stay at home
stoke the fire
and suffer deliciously
but this blank blandness
thin dank and piercing
penetrates both Heart and Bone
and restlessly I bumble
in search of Blue
11/18/2004 Author's Note: simply november
Posted on 11/18/2004
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kalikala Smith on 11/18/04 at 10:52 PM the imagery is excellent. i love this! |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 11/19/04 at 05:42 PM there's something mysterious about fog. lovely read Leonard! |
| Posted by Fredrich Mohre on 04/12/05 at 04:25 PM Fog, something about it thats both comforting and at the same time mysterious almost fearful....must have watched too much old class B scary movies...great read....I like, Fred M |
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