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The Fog
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The Fog |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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The Fog ...And when the fog had settled in— The horn, a distant blow; The oars, we took as lover's then, To row, and row, and row. How long since sun sank in the west, Or stars lit the night sky? As on we toiled, worst or best, And neither knowing why. Taskmaster's whip losing its heart, Captain's voice tinged with quake; Our end surely doomed as our start, Wills not ours to forsake. We ran the gambit, tried and true In our quest to find shore, Till the horn we were rowing to Came fainter than before. We had not turned, we had not strayed, Yet never did set still. To master the sea, course we stayed. Course be it good or ill. The stomachs rumbled, drink was gone, Our oars in plaintive plea For land though fog had clearly drawn Us further out to sea. Until the fog began to lift, From eyes ever dismayed; And on black horizon a gift Of light, if just a shade. The oars in pause, we watched it rise, A dream into the sky. All looking around in surprise, Nothing else met the eye. Instruments shot, and hope as well, We looked to bloody palms. As if denying this were hell, Gave up a prayerful psalm. With the fog once more settling in, All life beyond the tow; Took up the oars as dead men then, To row, and row, and row. Michael Anderson 6/18/2016 [This message has been edited by Michael (07-09-2016 08:40 PM).] |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
The elements are tricky to navigate that's for sure. Your poem applies to so many situations in life and left alot to ponder. Great writing, as always |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
fine writing...james |
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