(Not Completely) Befogged
(Not Completely) Befogged
My face, increasingly tired
of glasses, just lets the world meld
mornings, cabinets open
to doorways, hand touching wall
stairwells, sometimes mispouring
my tea, more than slapdash
when it comes to dishes,
seeking, when outside, mist
over water, cloud cover
impaled by mountain or just nestling
about the land–diffusions whose beauty seems magnified
by my blur,
which makes me wonder if that is not why
I more and more love you,
whose kindness hovers above
that movement you animate,
an aura not so much like cloud cover
as the shine on the bubbles of soap you quietly apply
to the dishes I’ve just done–
more light, in other words,
than fog–
not dissipating
by day, though come to think about it
you too nestle about me
as cold nights fall.
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A sentimental attempt at an atmospheric sort of poem for a prompt by the inimitable Hedgewitch (Joy Ann Jones, blogging at Verse Escape) on Real Toads. (Hedgewitch’s prompt is much more complex than that, as it deals in tone in poetry, but this is where I landed.) The photo is mine. I am having a number of internet issues so may be slow returning comments, but will get there!
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ManicDDaily 
September 4, 2015 at 6:13 pm
There are so many kinds of fog–this one feels like the heavy living blanket you get in spring that coddles along the new sprouts and freshens a winter-arid world with soft and fragrant hands. I especially love your third and fourth stanzas, but the whole thing is rich with the waxing and waning of our lives, what is taken away and what is given in its stead. So glad to have you join in, Karin. Thanks!
September 5, 2015 at 9:00 am
“an aura not so much like cloud cover
as the shine on the bubbles of soap you quietly apply” lovely, both the phrase and the meaning behind.
September 5, 2015 at 2:05 pm
“about the land–diffusions whose beauty seems magnified
by my blur,
which makes me wonder if that is not why
I more and more love you,”
you have juxtaposed micro and macro icons of day to day life in a misty haze of happening enjoyed!!
thanks for dropping in to read mine
much love…
September 6, 2015 at 1:48 am
I live in fog without my glasses….I love the softness in this…watercolor wistful
September 6, 2015 at 5:06 am
This is really beautiful, Karin. Wistful, wishful without being depressing. All images are strongly anchored in the stable presence of the loving other, who does the dishes again and provides warmth on cold nights.
September 6, 2015 at 10:21 pm
the fog of love envelopes us like no other, and you have draped it on our shoulders so deftly here ~