Today
Into the fog
The many shades of grey
As nature lost the colors normally
It has
The goal
We know so well looks different
The sounds so silently
We talk not loud
Today
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August 28, 2012
Björn Rudbergs writings
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Also, WHere you write “haves” is should be “has,” (unless it is a play on words–I was wondering this: “haves” as very close to “halves” and also its homonym, as in “halving the goal.” cutting the goal in half.”) My guess though is you just missed the irregular conjugation. Even so, this is a beautiful pices.
Of course it’s has, thank you David. My Achilles’ heal in writing.. 🙂 thank you.
haha beautiful PIECE!
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This is a most beautiful piece. You do such free verse very nicely. Inspiring to me. I love the spare feel. Particularly because when one is outside–among nature, as it were, one feels so small–so vulnerable. On the one hand, so much beauty surrounds us; on the other hand, it can harm, or even kill us. Part of nature’s charm is in its danger, and it is, I believe a good part of why we feel so satisfied when we tame a small portion of it.
This is actueally not free verse. It is a iambic mirror cinqain, and walking in fog has it’s charm. I found the picture from our hike.
Ah I should have seen that! I believe my mind was elsewhere.
Beautiful. I very much like the poem and the photograph – but I like the imagery you evoke best of all.
When our daughter, Aisling, was small; we often played games with the mystery of sound in heavy ground-fog. We spent many magical hours with her outside in the fields singing and telling secrets. Foggy nights are good for secrets. Wonderful memories, thank you for calling them back to me, Sir.
Thank you, sounds wonderful. Me and my wife hike in the mountains quite often, and it can be quite foggy, or maybe it’s just that the cloud level is low.
That sounds delightful!
It is, very, many of my picture comes from that.
I remember, myself, once long ago having driven very close under the cloud cover. When the clouds are close enough to see more detail, but far enough away so as not to fog the road, they can appear sharp and jagged, rather than soft like cotton.
Clouds are really quite scary when you are close.