Treasure Island

Walterrean Salley

(Savannah, Ga)

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

Submitted: Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Edited: Monday, December 14, 2009

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  • Captain Cur (5/15/2012 9:54:00 PM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Tai Chi Italy (11/4/2009 3:22:00 AM)

    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 (Report) Reply

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