At dawn's crack, with a grim hangover of reality, the fog clung like a bad trip that wouldn’t quit. There, the cable bridge loomed, a murky specter in a world gone sideways. This rift, it was a mind-bending maze of shadows and murmurs, a cosmic joke blurring lines between the now and the never-was. I drifted, feeling the pull of the river's wild rhythm, as the fog played its relentless game, cloaking the morning's raw truth.
Thank you for this. Reminds me of the Bay Area. The bold premise in the opening line drew me in, and the rhyming descriptions of the fog as well as the reference to the sun as “the day’s gift” were the poetic takeaways for me - lines I’ll recall next time I see a foggy morning.
I like “break of a broken day” .
Thanks, Stan.
It’s haunting. Those words tear as well as break.
Interesting observations, thank you, Patris.
At dawn's crack, with a grim hangover of reality, the fog clung like a bad trip that wouldn’t quit. There, the cable bridge loomed, a murky specter in a world gone sideways. This rift, it was a mind-bending maze of shadows and murmurs, a cosmic joke blurring lines between the now and the never-was. I drifted, feeling the pull of the river's wild rhythm, as the fog played its relentless game, cloaking the morning's raw truth.
Nice noirish rejoinder. (I’m thinking you could collect these into an sweet little volume entitled “Rejoinders”)
I’m thinking I write poems because you inspire me and I am happy with that. 😛
Ok. Since Santa is coming soon and I’m trying to be NICE I have to admit I’m too lazy to do that.
Maybe one of Santa’s elves will.
It’s not gonna be Buddy, right?
It could be an itinerant elf who is your buddy.
Thank you 🙏 though.
Photo reminds me of some of Monet's London in the fog paintings.
Thanks, Ron. Would that we were in the fog in London.
I want to go to London and visit bookstores, pubs, and libraries and pubs.
You’ve captured the effect of our fogs which seem to linger until noon.
Thanks, Diane.
Thank you for this. Reminds me of the Bay Area. The bold premise in the opening line drew me in, and the rhyming descriptions of the fog as well as the reference to the sun as “the day’s gift” were the poetic takeaways for me - lines I’ll recall next time I see a foggy morning.
Fog City! I appreciate that, thank you.
Lovely
Thank you 🙏