it's been such a while since I wrote anything, I leave you with this simple piece that reflects my current feelings.
This FOG is sneaky. this FOG is audacious. He doesn't ask your permission to hug you. Wrapping his infinite hands around you; knowing that his hugs are suffocating; He conquers your perimeter,
HE DOESNT STOP.
He blinds you, leaving you with one image: an avaricious image. An image that holds no pixels to define it. I stand alone but to salute him for his entrance that needed no drum rolls. Clapping with my hands that he took hostage. I wish clarity was that courageous.
Dear Poet. Left me with more questions than answers.
"Clapping with my hands
that he took hostage.
I wish clarity was that courageous."
The fog seem to hold great power and strength over life and thoughts. Thank you Latifa for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
Nice work Latifa... sometimes without us even knowing we get totally consumed by
something and feel trapped. I love the way you describe the fog just consuming you
without your permission. Just slowly controlling everything you do. Love the descriptions
and your wording... great work :)
It always gives me such joy to see new writings from you, Latifa. You do such a wondrous work, connecting the temporal world with the eternal secrets our eyes long to see, even through the mist that hinders us. So blessed to have you here sharing your thoughts on this canvas. :)
thanks for the RR Latifah. Good to see you once more. There is a convention for naming storms and things after women so why not delineate this 'fog' as a masculine. Intriguing.
"clapping with my hands that he took hostage" - wow !
Very hard to define those states of fog and confusion where we can't see in the distance. We all have to sort through things in our lives to get clarity of the whole picture. An excellent write, Latifa...:)....
"the cave you fear the enter, holds the treasure you seek"
Joseph cambell
this quote is my thriving recipe for dwelling in the enchanting castle of words, more..