David Whalen (5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)
My view of fog
People often view fog in one way only
I personally don't see it that way, and...
the feeling it conjures is more than just lonely
It's totally different...
as night is to day
It depends on your age and your state of mind
to be able to see fog in a different light
To see it one way only is to be partially blind
and most peoples vision is locked in...
Fog, coldly defined, is water suspended in air
And while defined so, gives no true definition, and yet
we know fog can defy easy description and,
can tiptoe soft as a kitten....or slither snake-like
from it's lair
To a child, fog's a soft, hidey-place plaything,
droplets of laughter, giggling out of the mist
hiding in nothing, giving seek a new twist..and
letting young imaginations
To young boys, almost men, fog's a tool to test mettle
in a graveyard, on a dare, all alone
fog and fear become one, and coldly come to settle
chilling young challengers
deep to the bone
To men at sea, fog's a curse and a bane
breaking out of the gloom, looms a tall prow
fog's become predator, a creature profane
bearing down on small boats
like a plow
To young lovers, a warm blanket, a caressing embrace
Soft arms of mist
massage and insist...that
limbs, fog, and lips
To city dwellers, who walk the streets late at night
Fog is a stalker
pursuing the walker
Waiting to pounce..when no one's
Ask any ten people, 'what's the odor of fog? ' And...
you'll get different replies, from ten different guys,
from brisk, briny sea smell, to smell of wet dog,
to perfume worn by Neptune, essence of clouds
and blue skies
I think that fog is something and nought.
A wraith of perception
suffused with deception
as easily at home.. in fact
or in thought
I hope in my musings, I've touched you with something
made you nod and agree
made you see things like me and...
if not, like the fog, well then...
It''s both something and nothing
and whatever you feel it to be
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