Monday, 16 July 2012

BEGINNING

Morning fog
floating over the city
like a fine gray blanket,
dulling the buildings,
obstructing the sun
with a cool sweatiness.
A stodgy, sticky start
to another 
day, another
week.

~ Bear ~
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7 comments:

  1. Helen16 July 2012 at 21:16

    Stodgy, sticky start may be uncomfortable ~~ but it reads good. I like this, Bear.

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  2. Rob-bear16 July 2012 at 21:49

    Thanks, Helen. I sometimes get a little "stuffy" about my writing. I find that when I'm able to let go, to have a little fun with the words, they seem to come out better.

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  3. lotta joy19 July 2012 at 19:57

    Stodgy, sticky start....Helen and I both loved that statement. Now I must figure out WHICH of your blogs to put on my blog...

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    1. Rob-bear19 July 2012 at 23:16

      Thanks for dropping by, lotta. I appreciate your presence.

      The two blogs "seeing the most action" are "Chrome" and this one; Chrome remains my main contact point. I'm not quite ready to let go of the others; that may yet happen.

      Thanks again for the beautiful card.

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  4. Betty Alark17 April 2013 at 19:13

    There's something about fog that intrigues me! Nature is fascinating and Betty likes to observe it in all its facets! I like the way your poems reflect your life. From your profile it sounds like you really enjoy life!

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  5. Betty Alark30 April 2013 at 09:03

    I like fog! I think there is something mystifying about it! Just don't like to be walking in it at night- scary!

    Great poem!

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    1. Rob-bear1 May 2013 at 17:08

      Thanks for your thoughts, Betty. There is something spooky, but inviting, I find, when I'm in fog. But not when I'm driving!

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