When you think of the word ‘fog’, ‘being clouded’ is often referred to and this not only refers to the physical climate, also to mental and emotional states.
What causes the fog / cloudiness in your life? Perhaps a stage of life, such as in later years, when stress is upon you, during chemo treatment for cancer, with trauma.
Once again, many different ways to utilise the word ‘fog’ into expression. Lovely the diversity and sharing during the evening.
Feel free to comment or pass on for others to experience the journeys these short pieces can take you on.
The next week’s word is ‘magic’.
Hope to see you there.
Frog, Dog, Fog
Anger sadness frustration I’m lost in an identity fog There were those magic times When I achieved an inner symmetry Through my words I would use When I could write my poetry The stories in verse I had shared Thoughts and feelings Inferred or outright bared And now the fog descends yet again Its cruel blanket falls each morning Every dawning I begin my mourning No matter how hard I try to stay My mind drifts further away No longer aware of who I am I could be a frog, a dog in this fog Like a snail I leave my trail A pathway leading I know not where Yes I remember my name at times And sometimes I forget the signs What they’re supposed to mean to me Tendrils of my past fade in and out Faces and names float about Seeing the surprise in their eyes When my memories decide to slide Lucid moments coming less often Past behaviours now forgotten Becoming a mysterious soulless shell I could be a frog, a dog in this fog As I plod my way towards the final bell.
Waiting at the airport Waiting to arrive
The memories of the last time Thinking about when we last met
Over 20 years Seems like a lifetime
Anticipating the embrace Wondering how it will be
Pounding in chest Butterflies in stomach
The darkness moving into morning The sunrise in sight
Visibility low Can’t see a thing
Not long to go Nearly there
Before the scheduled arrival Before landing
Announcements over the PA system The hostess announces
Can’t quite hear Lots of background noise
A sudden sense of fear A feeling of disappointment
Dense fog oh dear! Is it safe to land?
No other planes near Planes changing course
All diverted can’t believe it! Oh no, a change of path
The long-awaited arrival of my brother The long-awaited visit to see my brother
It’s not to be It’s going to have to wait
Must wait a little longer Hope it’s not too long
Emotional drain I don’t complain Just can’t contain How excited I am to See him again
There it is, the fog and the distortion I cannot clear my mind to feel I cannot see clearly through the murk I cannot tune in to any of my senses What is this that I am in?
When I was a child, I could see the light Believe in the magical feel immortal be free to play feel everything all around
But then as I got older the light dimmed the senses and feelings became dull and then … non existent the joy replaced by the fog the senses by introversion
How then to recover, to feel and sense again?
No time for regret, guilt or shame My thoughts are set Huddle in a corner Can’t see forward
Staring at a narrow path Darkness left and right Encircled by a thick white fog Drowning in my plight
Alas! This cannot be There has to be more Fail to comprehend The meaning of an end
Swirling in the fog Thoughts are tormenting Consumed by fear Is the end near
Hearing that there is no end Always a beginning Finding incentive to contemplate A pathway of the mind
Is in the moment the answer With this strength anew It’s not an issue day by day When the horizon feels far away
As the fog lifts How majestic to feel There is never an end Till the end