Theresa Ann Moore

Rookie - 0 Points (1940 / Michigan, U.S.A.)

The Fog - Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

A veiled wall of misty low hanging clouds
Mysteriously conceals and restrictively shrouds.
Visibility is far from marvelous this morning…
Travelers appear from the fog with no warning.

With uneasiness, I peer into the cold space ahead.
I am in familiar surroundings, but feel lost instead.
The road before me beckons, as I apply the brake…
Accelerating without caution could be a serious mistake.

Sounds of distress are now heard from beyond my view.
No doubt someone has had an unintentional rendezvous.
Preparing to continue, I take a deep breath and start to pray.
I hope my boss will understand the reason for my delay…

Comments about The Fog by Theresa Ann Moore

  • (5/8/2017 3:36:00 AM)

    Lovely sense of humour. I think fog is a reasonable excuse myself! (Report)Reply

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  • (7/19/2010 9:25:00 AM)

    I thought the ending to this poem was very unexpected, but it made me laugh! (Report)Reply

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  • (3/5/2007 5:31:00 PM)

    I like this one also, great job one has to have humor in poetry also. (Report)Reply

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  • (3/4/2007 4:37:00 AM)

    Humour intended. Humour found. Humour enjoyed. Who could ask for more... thanks. (Report)Reply

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  • john tiong chunghoo (2/27/2007 1:24:00 PM)

    are you new to poetry. just guessing. i can tell from the way one writes. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 26, 2011

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