Friday, May 3, 2013

In Recovery

I went out to walk my dog,
Through the swirling cream-soup fog.
Never mind that I could not see,
My furry pup next to me.
Blind, we strolled along by feel,
From my fall I hope to heal.
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  1. I didn't "see" your ending coming, Bridget! What a fun topic to wander a poem through!

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  2. Thanks, Tabatha! I was hoping it wasn't to foggy to follow. =)

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  3. Ouch. A not-so-great surprise ending!

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    1. Yes, that would not be a good ending to a real foggy walk. =)

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    1. I'm glad, Buffy! Your comment made me smile. =)

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  5. "Cream soup fog" that is a great description.

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    1. Thanks, Betsy! Sometimes fog is just so thick...like cream soup. =)

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    2. That's the line that caught my eye, too!

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    3. Thanks, Mary Lee, it's also the line that shows how hard it was to "see" because the fog 'caught my eye'. Hee-hee! =)

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  6. Hope it's not true, Bridget! Fun poem to read through with that surprise at the end.

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    1. No, it is not true, Linda. Just my imagination at work. =)

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  7. Love "swirling cream-soup fog"... sounds both delicious and mysterious.

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    1. Thanks, Michelle! I like the thought of anything deliciously mysterious. =)

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