Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ The last whispers of winter fog
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One Single Impression #82 ~ Fog
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Within the whispers of
Opaque
Winter fog
I am writing
The next fortune cookie
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Within
My fog
I am feeling
Blind
But dream of
Seeing
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AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)
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17 comments:
I am feeling blind, but dream of seeing... very nice!
The last stanza was marvellous.
beautiful dear:)
Beautiful. I like the idea of writing my own fortune cookie. A way out of the fog.
A beautifully bleak photo but the poem added warmth.
I love the first one, such a great idea.
I love your poem here. Writing your own fortune cookie is a great plan. Hope all is well.
I like both. And the photo too.
when my bones stick into yours
Lovely photo!! it looks interesting and exiting!!
When one writes their own fortune cookies then I do believe they can also see their dreams come true.
You wrote this so well....
Some awesome lines!
Keep writing Gurl...
I have felt that way for so long that I can barely remember writing poetry before. But it does lift. Thank goodness!
Hi Gemma, I do like the last, 'Blind but dream of seeing.' Partly because I expect to be there some day within the next 10-15 years.
Every male ancestor that I knew of in the surname line became blind, Dad, Grandpa, Great Grandpa, and the uncles too. A few aunts were blind also.
Now for the first idea, every time I get a fortune cookie I compose my own to read to the rest of the diners. Of course it will always be flattering to me.
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A lovely thought - to write a fortune cookie, and to dream of seeing. Beautiful.
what a nice poem!loved it!
I can see the outlines of the trees clearly. the mists are rising.
Beautifully done...the ends speaks of hope. Love the picture~
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