Fog Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro
Fog
Writhing in annoyance
a pondering of a decade
upon this stained paper
with a stagnant hand.
Moments of docile joy
do not spill like ready paint
but elusiveness of blue
scrawl themselves with flight.
Across a thousand days
of achieved blueprints
displaying robotic charm
I sense a faint trace of dream.
Once real, now fading
into a static impression
of yesterday’s keeping
I exist in an unfamiliar fog.
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