The Fog- A Poem From The Frog
Behind The Scenes
Before I allow you to read this, I must explain.
Many of you do not know me to write poetry; but the moon is in the perfect position tonight and the time is right for me to attempt some poetry.
I let my mind drift and my fingers type and this is what came to be from it.
I ask you of the poetry field to honestly grade this work and let me know how it sits.
I hope that the meaning you attain from the words in this poem will have meaning in your life. I have always considered poetry much like a painting; showing deep truths about the artists life.
Please read the poem and give your opinion. Thank you.
Grabbing my sleeve
as I stroll
down the walkway
Darning the needles
It begs my indifference
to the helpless
that is unaware.
the Son rises
and the haze
on the horizon.
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