Fog

Tale of a winter's night.

The fractured face of the moon
Manifesting the dead glow

Of the sun’s empty husk

Each probable and possible

Coalescing into one

Shadows of ghosts

That never were

Or ever will be

Murmur their stories

Disjointed and disconnected

Down the cobweb strewn paths

Dodging strands of memories

All is lost in the gray fog

Beads of mist

Shimmer with the orange spark

Of crooked street lamps

Glinting dully

On the darkness of the asphalt

That winds along

Into the haze

All is lost in the gray fog

Barred doors and dark windows

Staggering along

Immolating shards of souls for warmth

Banging against the inevitability

Of foolishness and folly

Corpses dance along

In their fleeting carnivals

Full of empty sneers

All is lost in the gray fog

Author's Note

Trying to get back to my roots, with a minimalistic approach.

Reviews

[Solar]

I like the way the poem exudes an existential fog, how the fragmentation coalesces and then dissolves again into a fleeting carnival.

[Dushyant Patni]

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
If you find the time, do read my other work as well, would love to know your thoughts.

[Solar]

Sure thing, once you review some of my writings too. That's what I like about this site - the exchange, the opportunity to sample a variety of writing styles and subject-matter.

[Dushyant Patni]

Definitely, making my way there now.
And I agree, its mind-boggling how varied writing styles can be.