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Ancientone
Feb 18, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Fog Scape

 

Fog Scape

 

As the fog ghostly overcomes my view,

dark forces seep in like a witches brew,

my life seems nebulized much like a fog,

with love losing its way in a deep bog,

hopes and dreams become burnt toast,

as I ponder my fog scape like a ghost.

— Ancientone, Feb 18, 2008

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barbsdad2003

18 years 3 months ago

I have a phobia ...

concerning chuck roast. Don't know why. But your words toast and ghost bring it to mind. Not blaming you, of course. Just stating a fact. By the way, I prefer the shorter pieces of poetry. This one for sure meets that standard well. Thanx, Chuck
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Ancientone

18 years 3 months ago

The way....

my Mother used to cook meat and I mean overcook, I can understand your avesion to chuck roast if fixed like my Mother did. She had a phobia against possible trichanosis, yet cooked ham well, go figure. :) Patrick/AO
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drachm

18 years ago

Fog

You poets on the northwest coast get a lot of that foggy stuff---stay calm as the sun will come out---sometime! But I liked the poem. Drachm
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Ancientone

18 years ago

Welcome Drachm! :)))

Good to see you hear my old friend. It's not really foggy here so much and now hardly is at all as Summer approaches. The rainy season has lasted longer than last year, but it varies from year to year. Thanks for your kind review. :) Patrick/AO