In the fog

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The heat reclaims the rain for the air.
Water departs every blade, petal, leaf
to become lucid particles again.

The houses are barely lines of gables and gutters.
Walkers stand in the middle of the road,
lost, confused; buses are singing like whales;

and the world is back to its protean
origins – ‘How quick that was,’ you say.
Looming holes, flowers, branches hang wetly.

Suddenly, the sun behind an old palm blazing
like some primal bird – an eagle or hummingbird –
each feather a silhouette of purpose or portent.

The sea’s sunk, only white noise and
a fringe remains – the surfers lean
on their cars, straining for anything.

The runner shuffling on the sand,
past tidelines of leaves and weed; in a moment
he’s an outline; then gone from us completely.

‘Swimming out would be the same,’ you say.
The shore declining until there’s only
waves and the reveries of your breath.

From the hill’s vantage, the surf club is a yellow slab.
Abruptly, the sun again: a high arch of fog –
and everywhere droplets flowing.


A piece for Toads  – Get listed – I used: lucid, branches, leaf and silhouette. Also I’ll post this at Dverse for the open link night.

22 thoughts on “In the fog

  1. How spectral yet prescient this fog, if such a thing could be, a confusion which demands recognition. Love how the sea steps ashore (those whalish buses!), drowning all in a near invisibility. How shrouded-alive. Not a big fan of list poems because they usually look bent around the items of challenge. Yours is too good for that — though you had to and underlined the choices.

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  2. That’s a stunning opening stanza, Peter, which reeled me in. I love the buses singing like whales’ and the lines:
    ‘The shore declining until there’s only
    waves and the reveries of your breath’
    and
    ‘From the hill’s vantage, the surf club is a yellow slab.
    Abruptly, the sun again: a high arch of fog –
    and everywhere droplets flowing’.

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  3. Wow this is wonderfully atmospheric! 🙂 Especially love; “The shore declining until there’s only
    waves and the reveries of your breath.” Thank you so much for writing to this challenge ❤️

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  4. Maybe this is just a lively telling of a day in the life of one in monsoon season, but I liked the strange apocalyptic lilt to it, the sun as a primal bird revealing to ourselves what finally needs to. Such a dynamic poem, Peter!

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  5. The first time I had seen the ocean in ten years I tried to write a poem about the small silver breakers, it is actually pretty tough, I picture what I had seen in the evocative line:

    “The sea’s sunk, only white noise and
    a fringe remains“

    What a dreamlike humid day with the heat reclaiming the ocean 🌊

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  6. A vivid piece, Peter, it seems to span aeons, all that is momentary, in an age or an instant. It reminds that all life needs continuity in its environs. Hope we’re not all saying, “That was quick, I almost missed it.”

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