The Fog Poem by David DeSantis

The Fog

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Nights mist
around my eyes

very similar to the fog
we walked through.

God
I miss her,

and walks
once had meaning.

Similar,
to a ship in a bottle,

like lungs under pressure.

I used to breath
with her

when walks
had meaning.


Copyright (c)David DeSantis

Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: break up
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lynda Robson 26 August 2008

David I love this, it is excellent no fog in your brain my friend, 10 Lynda xx

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Ency Bearis 26 August 2008

lovely metaphor...excellent write... Ency Bearis

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Emancipation Planz 28 August 2008

SIGH... may be time to spend some more time in the pouch with the other one.. and just tigger bounce along together with a while..

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Reshma Ramesh 03 October 2008

very neat indeed........

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I used to breath with her, David this happens to be the most remarkable of your works- It has an element of universality that would appeal everyone who has ever walked the tightrope of love

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Tsira Goge 08 September 2008

when walks had meaning. .................... David, when walks had meaning. 10.... Tsira

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Sarah Abdullah 07 September 2008

similar, to a ship in a bottle, like lungs under pressure. I loved how you describe the feeling here Thx alot for sharing ^_^

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Reshma Ramesh 04 September 2008

that was beautiful......loved it

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