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| Under Windsor Bridge by Valette |
All the edges
blurred
no banks or embankments
pillars or piers.
All the lines
merged
within the swallowing fog
all sounds whispered.
All the definition
mired
in our minds
our memories.
Reality
erased
by mist.
J. Binford-Bell
August 2012
one big metaphor. i like it!!
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wonderful interpretation of this misty foggy image
ReplyDeletethat is how t feels at time...the fog obscuring everything....this is a political poem right? smiles....just kidding...kinda....
ReplyDeleteSometimes reality is better off swallowed in fog...
ReplyDeleteThat is so true...reality fades in the mist!!
ReplyDeleteNice piece
Hugs
SueAnn
All the definition mired in our minds
ReplyDeleteThat's what memory often does...
Is this true déjà vu, or have I left a comment and been fooled by moderation? LOL. Nice one!
ReplyDeleteNicely descriptive; good post...
ReplyDeleteVery nice ... I also found this grey/bluish image on Google and used it.
ReplyDeleteI'd say you nailed this one.
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Blurred edges and merged lines - that's exactly it! Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI love this one. Amazing.
ReplyDeleteThis is an instance of art inspiring art. Truly wonderful, Jacqui. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI've always been a fan of a good gentle mist...great poem!
ReplyDeleteOh! I really this one of yours, Jacqui. The last stanza is fantastic!
ReplyDeleteBrilliantly put together. I love where you went with this.
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