_refugee_'s beautifully written post here has been rubbing its back upon the window-panes of my imagination. Thus, I propose that anyone feeling so inclined write their own poems of fog and mist. Particularly, perhaps, about the fog that prevents us from seeing one another clearly: the fog within and without that keeps me from getting close to you.
thenewgreen:
Put your hands together
Breath in through your nose
Out through your mouth
Close your eyes
Now, tell me what you see
Is it clear, can you see the sky
Or is the fog sitting on your chest again
Are you winded
I said, "in through the nose"
Why aren't your hands together
Where is your mouthposted 3602 days ago