...once a week poetry treat for the young and the young at heart...
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:
I didn't "see" your ending coming, Bridget! What a fun topic to wander a poem through!
Thanks, Tabatha! I was hoping it wasn't to foggy to follow. =)
Ouch. A not-so-great surprise ending!
Ha! Your ending made me laugh.
"Cream soup fog" that is a great description.
Hope it's not true, Bridget! Fun poem to read through with that surprise at the end.
Love "swirling cream-soup fog"... sounds both delicious and mysterious.
Yes, that would not be a good ending to a real foggy walk. =)
I'm glad, Buffy! Your comment made me smile. =)
Thanks, Betsy! Sometimes fog is just so thick...like cream soup. =)
No, it is not true, Linda. Just my imagination at work. =)
Thanks, Michelle! I like the thought of anything deliciously mysterious. =)
That's the line that caught my eye, too!
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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