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31 Jan

A foggy walkway

fog

penetrates
cold through jackets
bites into boots and gloves
grips bones
greedy for more
breathes on windows
slips under doors

muffles traffic’s roar
with cotton batting
drivers grope
through the tulle
maneuver cautious
past blurred landscapes
strain to see crimson
pinpricks ahead
standards looming
green, yellow, red

weakens under
distant globe
like consciousness
after a coma
colour seeps back
into earth-corpse
a blush
of pastel happiness
to clarity
then the brilliance
of hope
dissipating depression

© 2013 by Violet Nesdoly

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We are in the season of fog. Though our winter has been milder than many, we often have day after day of the stuff. I don’t mind fog, though it does have a way of poking shivers through jackets, it’s nasty to drive in, and when it lingers and lingers, I do feel a sort of cabin fever, even outside. What’s wonderful about fog is how suddenly and unexpectedly it can clear… like some other types of weather.

poetry+friday+button+-+fulll“fog” is part of Poetry Friday, hosted today by the very hospitable (she has tea!) April Halprin Wayland at Teaching Authors.

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18 responses to “fog

  1. mattforrest

    January 31, 2013 at 6:09 pm

    Very moving…I especially like the second half of the last stanza, which brings about hope!

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    • Violet Nesdoly

      January 31, 2013 at 10:10 pm

      Thanks Matt. Lifted fog does that for me–bring hope.

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  2. flora

    January 31, 2013 at 6:25 pm

    awesome pic!

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    • Violet Nesdoly

      January 31, 2013 at 10:12 pm

      Thanks so much Flora! (I messed with the original a little 😉 )

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  3. Lorrie

    January 31, 2013 at 8:03 pm

    Fog can be beautifully mysterious or just plain miserable to live with. As you’ve said, it can dissipate quickly! Lovely images in your words.

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    • Violet Nesdoly

      January 31, 2013 at 10:09 pm

      Hi Lorrie and thanks! Yes, fog can certainly outstay her welcome. Hope the worst is over for the season. 🙂

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  4. Linda Baie

    January 31, 2013 at 9:45 pm

    Wow, Violet, it’s beautiful, & that picture is awesome, too. I love your use of verbs throughout.

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    • Violet Nesdoly

      January 31, 2013 at 10:15 pm

      Thanks so much, Linda! (About the verbs, that’s what they all preach, right? So we try)

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  5. Tracy Lee Karner

    February 1, 2013 at 4:12 am

    Very clever melding of content with device–in fog, we have no choice but to allow sound to become a primary sensory touchstone, and the sound-echoes in the poem (penetrates-jackets-bites; bones-windows-under; doors-roar, to name a very few) are prolific and lovely.

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  6. jama

    February 1, 2013 at 6:58 am

    Wonderful atmospheric poem, Violet. I always think of Jack the Ripper when fog is mentioned, so I like the blush of pastel happiness turning things around at the end :).

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  7. Liz Steinglass

    February 1, 2013 at 9:59 am

    I’ve been in a personal fog. I really appreciated the line about the colour seeping back in.

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  8. Fats Suela

    February 1, 2013 at 1:02 pm

    “breathes on windows
    slips under doors”

    Love the imagery. I don’t like driving in the fog, especially at night! It’s not too bad this year, really. But I wish this fog season would be over soon. Thanks for sharing both the picture and poem, Violet. =)

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  9. Bridget Magee

    February 1, 2013 at 3:04 pm

    I lived near the coast in central CA during college – we had fog from May to October! Yes, it does “slip under doors”. You’ve captured visceral effect of fog perfectly. Thanks for sharing your poem. =)

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  10. Doraine Bennett

    February 2, 2013 at 5:11 am

    Hauntingly beautiful, Violet. And I love the photo you have put with this! Such great word choices here. Some of my favorites are “crimson pinpricks,” “distant globe,” and the wonderful “earth corpse.”

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  11. Mary Lee

    February 2, 2013 at 7:01 am

    Gorgeous photo. And your poem…just…wow. Everything about it: wow.

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  12. Tabatha

    February 2, 2013 at 11:46 am

    Trees in fog seem very dramatic to me. You really build the mood, line by line, Violet!

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  13. Laura Shovan

    February 6, 2013 at 6:37 pm

    Violet — I love the musicality of these lines:

    breathes on windows
    slips under doors

    muffles traffic’s roar

    Thank you for your attentiveness to and way of seeing the fog.

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  14. Books4Learning

    March 2, 2013 at 12:22 pm

    wonderful imagery! love it!

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