Silent ghosts form in front
and seem to sigh as you pass
whisps in the mist watch
and pull at your coat begrudgingly.
Bright yellow eyes pass in pairs
angry as bees and growling like bears
a rhythmical tap pauses
in a muffled voice
before familiarity falls into place
and you find your front door.
A contest entry
- Write me a poem about FOG! by poetrandy.
700 points, ended December 1, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me honestly what you think, good or bad.
Comments
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great job here honey.
I love the fog, dont ask why just do.
Best of luck
Passions
oh yea, love you
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Very good!
Surprise ending -- good write! Good luck in the contest!
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