The Fog Poem by Walterrean Salley
The Fog
The fog is an illusion—
A master of disguise,
Which hides the tangible
Before our very eyes.
But when the fog has lifted
Everything’s still there,
And the tangible
Only seemed to’ve disappeared.
In the early morning
Or late at night,
The fog descends
Upon various sites.
It gives an air of mystery
That has long prevailed.
Dangerously intriguing
Is the fog’s foggy veil.
© W.S.2009
Many of us live in a type of human fog. Blind to what is right before our faces. Human need and suffering. Happiness and love. All there but veiled by our duplicity. A thought provoking and intuitive write.
This write of your is wonderful. Each verse is true in this write. Superb.
you can get lost in the fog, but then, some like to get lost in the fog! Very imaginative play in the fog of a cyber bay. Smiling at you, Sun in her eyes Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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11/21/2024 6:25:47 AM # 1.0.0
Fog is an illusion, but it gives air of mystery. Very wonderful composition with beautiful imagery. Beautiful definitely.