Foglands
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Monday, August 16, 2004
Foglands...
Gray me dry.
Torture my senses
with your slickness,
cloy my mind
with deliciousness
of fog-fugued lands.
I cannot see
nor dare touch
the fog filling me;
fog that dulls
an orchid’s flower.
Dry me gray…
Foglands.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 8/16/04
"Foglands" is a masterpiece.
Healthy Long Life, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Fog has its own redeeming features....it alters the landscape....
Peter
Susan
Superb poem!
this leaves lingering sadness--are you okay?
powerfully illustrated and written. *shivers*
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(