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Clarity

The fog drifts
like memory--
shrouded,
across harbours and skies
while eyes search
for familiar glimpses
of yesterday's clarity...




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  • Jesann gold member
    December 2, 2008

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    A wonderful write.
    Love the lines "like memory-- shrouded", great image.
    Congratulations on the gold, well done.


  • Draig aine gold member
    December 1, 2008
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    great write

    congratulations on the gold


  • Cloudwalker
    November 29, 2008
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    Beautiful imagery...


  • sunoir
    November 19, 2008

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    This so makes me think of someone I knew with Alzheimers.
    It just grabbed me from "like memory--shrouded," The words "across harbours and skies" made me think of life as in safe harbours of home. To me you too a simple thing like fog and put emotion to a human condition. A great write. I can see how it can be interpreted in other ways too but for me that's how I saw it. kudos


  • ten thousand cicadas gold member
    November 18, 2008

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    So vivid. The image here is perfectly apt and the sense of searching nearly tangible. I think most can identify with this hindsight feeling.

  • Michael P gold member
    November 17, 2008

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    a great final thought in this poem. We can only really see through the fog using yesterday's memories.


  • Draig aine gold member
    November 17, 2008
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    lovley


  • poetrandy
    November 17, 2008
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    Super!

    Memories like fog! Great! Good luck in the contest!


  • Bohemian Complex
    November 17, 2008

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    Brava!

    Short and sweet.

    "The fog drifts like memory--shrouded" had to be my favorite line.

    You left me wanting more; well penned, indeed!

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