3.12.2013

blink off the fog

Fog rises
from the Oxbow
just as the anguish floe
evaporated
upon waking
and realizing
it was only a dream.

13 comments:

  1. I like the delicate hints of rhyme in this poem, Marian. ...only a dream seems very haunting when coupled with the rising fog.

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  2. I've been having wakings like that lately.........you have captured the feeling exactly.

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  3. Oh, nice! To dream is to be alive, dear floe.

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  4. I like this. You captured both dream & reality.

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  5. There are times when upon waking you wish the flow was not interrupted. Then there are those times when upon waking I am scared to go back to sleep because I might get right back into the flow of a bad dream. I was grateful to step into this stream today...great stuff babyluv.

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  6. I love "the anguish floe" — like an ice floe, but evaporating upon awakening.
    K

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    1. exactly. just like what was happening on the Oxbow. :)

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  7. Damn, I don't want to wake up...
    back to Nod-I like your foggy view
    :D

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