Showing posts with label fog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fog. Show all posts

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Today The Artist Chooses Gray...




Yesterday grinned like a giddy November flower
 Today drips from heaven's eaves and strips gaze of its bower


It lolls, a listless lake in leafless limbs stripped of cajole
It drapes a shapeless cape across croft, coppice, creek and knoll

It hangs a hood on brooding woods and veils the face of day
A weightless, widespread weight agape in gray on gray on gray

It muffles manmade mayhem in a diadem of fog
The car we hear but cannot see, the neighbor’s barking dog

A velvet vroom gone viral, it obliterates the view
And makes the small man reckon he is smaller than he knew

The Artist of this Masterpiece mutes colors giddy-gay
He murmurs ‘it is good’ and moves his brush through welkin tray 

He, Whisperer of spheres metes more than meets man’s naked eyes
Today He chooses gray; plush hush shrouds Expectation’s prize

© Janet Martin




Friday, January 16, 2015

...In That Fog is Low-lying (an Exerpt from Wikipedia)

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This photo was taken in December when we had almost a week of fog!

The term "fog" is typically distinguished from the more generic term "cloud" in that fog is low-lying...wikipedia
A Wikem is a wikipedia poem. Also linking to Margo in fog-enshrouded Atlanta.

The earth is small.
A bleary shawl
Soft-wraps each croft and street
Where villagers shuffle
Through a gray-purple
Low-flung sheet
 
Morn's murky air
Shrouds a thoroughfare
That yesterday was loud
With proud pull and push
And the full-color rush
Of life's everyday crowd

Now, dawn is a dirge
Morn, noon, night merge
In slow-moving, solemn cortege
Where the low-lying knell
Of a cloud that fell
Covers bowed heads

Janet~ 




Thursday, January 15, 2015

Fo-gotten

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Fog can be considered a type of low-lying cloud, and is heavily influenced by nearby bodies of water, topography, wind conditions, and even human activities. wikipedia
Margo tells us Atlanta is wrapped in fog!

Here are the rules from Sasha to write a Wikem

Heavily influenced by near-by bodies 
Her loneliness grew
They all had friends and plans and parties
Once, she did too
But now like a stranger in fog-stricken dusk
Where she feels more than she sees, she must
Learn to live without what once was
And forget what once she knew

Janet~