Writing 201: Fog

The next poetry post is about fog. I often find fog inspiring, especially for more thoughtful posts, but I’m not entirely sure this lives up to the elegy form we’re supposed to be trying.
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Misty Mourning

An owl hoots in the distance,
Its mournful song piercing the mist.
My heart beats in time
With its call,
Yearning for my love to be
Returned.

Alas, ’twill never be,
For he roams the lands of night
For all time,
Carrying my heart,
My soul, and my peace
With him always.

The swirling mist soon hides
The owl, and his lonely song
Fades away,
But in my heart I hear it still,
A kindred soul tormented,
Like me, till the end of time.

(c) 2015. All rights reserved.

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2 thoughts on “Writing 201: Fog

    • Kay Kauffman says:

      Thank you! I started this around midnight, when I heard an owl hooting outside my window, but I didn’t finish it till much later. I wish I’d just taken the time to write it all down in one crack because I think it might have been better.

      Then again, it might have been worse…

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