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.

14 comments:

Tabatha said...

I didn't "see" your ending coming, Bridget! What a fun topic to wander a poem through!

Bridget Magee said...

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

Liz Steinglass said...

Ouch. A not-so-great surprise ending!

Buffy Silverman said...

Ha! Your ending made me laugh.

Betsy Hubbard said...

"Cream soup fog" that is a great description.

Linda B said...

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

Michelle Heidenrich Barnes said...

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

Bridget Magee said...

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

Bridget Magee said...

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

Bridget Magee said...

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

Bridget Magee said...

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

Bridget Magee said...

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

Mary Lee said...

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

Bridget Magee said...

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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