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Fog
by George Hoernerit's morning
the fog lies
so heavy
the sun
hasn't the strength
to lift the thick haze
from its moorings
there is
little breeze
so nothing moves
except
the slow
rolling waves
lapping the sand
time pauses
waiting
for something
to catch up
but there
is nothing
but more
time
which
swallows
everything
01/05/2009
Posted on 01/06/2009
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/06/09 at 07:57 PM Hi George. "nothing but
more/time/which/swallows/everything" That's terrific. This slowed me down, and it's a wonderful pondering. Thanks.
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| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/06/09 at 09:24 PM Slow, but relentless, and in the end, a hell of a faster than we could ever move. Really nicely done, man. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/06/09 at 11:51 PM A fascinating thought at the end - almost like time with its tale in its mouth, spinning, spinning.... |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 01/07/09 at 05:18 AM Aloha George, I loved the lazy feel in this one. Like on a certain summer day....when time was merely a concept and not something watched continuously, second by second... alisa ;-) |
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