|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Wow! Wonderful phrasing, Budd! Very well penned indeed! "Blanketing everything in mournful frigid weep"...stunning!!!!
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|Oh but the fog can be so romantic! Albeit a danger to drive in and an annoyance to those who "must" venture out in it. It has a mysticism about it.
Ah but such a lovely vision the way you write it. Sort of a prelude to an action thriller of what will be lurking in it.
I can only say "awesome" :)
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Your poem evokes a certain sadness, a kind of depression, that comes with the fog. It may be an ancient dread from a time when creatures could attack from out of the fog without being seen. Cool, dreadful, write.
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Great visuals...The fog can be quite ominous for sure.
The other morning I was at the beach with my grandson, and the fog was thick on the water is was like a big wall that you couldn't see anything through, but when it broke, it was mesmerizing to watch.
Peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by Linda Hill
I'll never see fog quite the same way again. Beautiful and graphic. I could feel the fog around me.
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|Beautifully rendered. Graphic, yet with a subtle lexicon. Essence realized. Well done.|
|Reviewed by Ruan Burke
|Impressive visuals here. I can actually feel the moist unwanted presence and see it creeping "slug-like" over barely visible shapes.