love me
like the fog –
like the fog loves december –
for the winter gets blurry
and it's hard to remember
hold me
like the fog –
like the fog holds the town –
although i may not see you
let me know you're around
run me
like the fog –
like the fog runs the hill –
wait for me to collapse
from the great northern chill
then cut me
like the wind
slicing through the gray sky
disappear with the fog
with no merciful goodbye.
With the curtains thrown wide
we see the world gray
and we know it's the fault of our own
Spent far too long
bearing crown, sword, and shield
I write in pen
to get comfortable with my mistakes
to catch all my thoughts
scatterbrained
and fleeting
pens scratch the itch to write
better than any graphite
the use of ink before pencils
I never thought I'd be 16
nor thought the grass would still be green.
At 5 I met my oldest friends
who I still talk to now and then.
At 6 and 7, all through 10
Nostalgic blurs remain of them.
Comments
This poem is beautiful! I love the reputation of fog and the rhyme structure at the end of the first section. This poem tells a story through imagery and it calms the heart to read!
Thank you so much! I wrote it on a very foggy day this December and I'm so glad it had the feeling I intended!
Beautiful poem! love the repetition. I also love the image of fog as I serves as both an active character in the poem and a simile.
Thank you! I love personification in poems.
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