Creeping Comes The Day Poem by Susan Lacovara

Creeping Comes The Day

Rating: 4.0


The feathering fog
Creeps down the boulevard
As if a shaken sheet
Across a bed
Slithers soft
'Round trees trunks
Thick as words left unsaid
Heavy and humid
Holding back the day's dance
Whispering as it washes
The dirty streets at dawn
Like a hand that dusts
The old piano
It's dewy fingers
Pass with a wave
And within the visible veil
Creeping comes the day

Friday, May 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fog
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
(05/23/14) waking to the fog
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Brown 23 May 2014

A great poem Susan. I love the line - 'holding back the day's dance'

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Colleen Courtney 29 May 2014

Love this poem Susan! Your wording depicts perfectly how the fog does seem to creep and slither around and over! Nicely done!

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Darlene Walsh 26 May 2014

Foggy mornings are creepy, exactly as you describe.

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Yash Shinde 25 May 2014

A lovely title! ......An artistic and lovely description of a foggy day...... I loved the imagery and the visual elements! ..Kudos...! .

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Savita Tyagi 25 May 2014

Loved the imagery. Such a poetic and artistic description of a fogy day! Beautiful!

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Juan Olivarez 23 May 2014

Good discription of morning. Sounds like Galveston Island.

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