The foghorn blows not
2 August 2015
Mist covered the Earth
As she exhaled past sorrows
Pervading all thoughts
The lighthouse faded
Jaded memories walk past
Flickering in dark
A light shines sudden
Like a candle in the house
As shooting star falls
Footsteps in the night
Weary traveller is lost
The foghorn blows not
Earth shifted again
Countless stories washed over
As pale new dawns rose
Memories cords loosened
Strumming to toneless voices
Bees hum in playground
The fog now thickens
Let wilderness spread around
Don’t blow the foghorn
I like this quite a lot … the fog is there for a good reason, as Nature intended it to be, yet we seek to defeat it (along with Nature) when we should be appreciating it for what it is, and simply letting it be 🙂
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Man’s constant struggle with nature whether external or internal and sometimes no need for the warning signs and wariness, sometimes just let it be, yes 🙂
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One of these days, I’ll send an E-mail to the fine folks at WordPress. asking if they might not start allowing us to hit the ‘Like’ button multiple times 🙂
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I’ve had that kind of thought too sometimes
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I’ve also been wanting to tell you that I like your blog’s theme … it really seems to fit your writing and artistic style 🙂
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Thank you so much 🙂
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