Wednesday, June 20, 2012

The Expected Fog

Clear skies
befuddle my brain
as it expected to see fog,
wet and gray,
where morning sun
burns through
just enough
to create watercolor filters,
toning down the harsh edges,
bleeding one color into the next,
creating a leniency of shape,
shapelessness,
calmness.
Rather than struggle
with harsh light
on brilliant blue skies
I invite the fog inside
where it is welcomed.
Home.

9 comments:

  1. Sun and light can be a hard thing to shoulder..fog can feel delicious..comforting..less intrusive..beautifully written..the last line just so..just..jae

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  2. sometimes a little fog makes you feel good

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    1. It does. I like how it takes away the familiar. Thanks.

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  3. Nice -- especially like your use of "leniency."

    ~ Paula

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    1. Thanks. It was the hardest one to fit in.

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  4. As you get older the fog does actually come inside (your head). Be careful what you wish for.

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    1. Hah. Thanks for the warning. Some days I feel like it's already here.

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  5. '...bleeding one colour into the next' - I can see that so vividly in my mind, a gorgeous image.

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