Like the end of time
and unto a new day
it enveloped all
the thick density of
a bellowing cloud
that surrounded him.
Through unclarity a lite
cut as glass strips
hearing the faint call
Could this be for real
could the beckoning arise
For answers destiny lies
as the fog thickens
and times play marches on
Yet only one reveals
unto the waiting of
and unto the final completion.........
Clarity or clouded vision...it's been a tad bit foggy out here on the isle! Final completion...final decision! Of course this is just my personal take on this finely written piece! .....................Diane
Mystery at every turn. Darkness may be filled with surprises. An interesting and intriguingly open piece of writing. We can imagine whatever suits us almost. Clever and very poetic.
Sir G, >>>>TIGHT, CRISP STRUCTURE...fine crafting, undeed.. F. j. R.
Nature bellows fog at either test our clarity of vision or to cloud our vision....same thing with the fog of the mind... Profound thoughts in th emorning, Geoff! ! ! Love...TO
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
''Fogmented London'' - (clever title!) A very visual poem! Superb imagery. Reader's thought-processing, takes action. A very unique poem. (Love your style!) ........Deanna xx .