Outside the window
After a long time
I happened to glimpse
At the fog that had set in
And like everyone else, in vain
Tried to capture it
Yet once again
The dense mist
Suspended away
Ever so delicately
In the midst of thin air
Neither held down
Nor effaced
It kept floating away
Unruffled by the haze
Little did it care
If it was reckoned
As just another of those
Euphemisms to reality
Or regarded as an illusionary veil
Into which the bygones camouflaged
Neither it seemed to matter
If it left behind a saga to entail
Or even a token of remembrance
Unshackled by the common rigmarole
Effortlessly it rose
And drifted away gracefully
To particularly nowhere
Leaving behind
Only its essence
As a legacy
If at all, to reminisce
PS : This post is posted as part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge for the letter F.
Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April #NaPoWriMo2021 and #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour
What an evocative poem, Ira! It symbolizes the delicacy of the fog.
ReplyDeleteThe fog is at once illusion and reality!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words.. For some reason left me with a longing
ReplyDeleteLoved it, Ira! The voice of the Fog is fabulous. It does have a Zen-like tone to it!
ReplyDeleteSo true, Ira! Fog does disappear & yet leaves its legacy :)
ReplyDeleteThe legacy of the fog was thought provoking!! It flowed through me and I could feel the lingering effect!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful-effortlessly it rose and gracefully....what imagery!
ReplyDeleteWhat beautiful imagery! And the poem flowed like a river. Beautiful and profound!
ReplyDeleteSuch an evocative poem, girl. I love fog and mist. They are foreboding yet soothing.
ReplyDeleteLike the fog your poem has a mysterious beauty.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely stunning Ira. You left me quite a few takeaways...
ReplyDeleteAnd drifted away gracefully
To particularly nowhere...
A thousand emotions in these two lines.