Poem: Dead Calm

Dead calm,
the fog sits
upon the harbor.

No breath
of wind
other than

That which
forms as
we exhale.

Obscured
is our view,
our focus

Blurred in
white and
grey shades

Lost the
boundaries
between

The boat,
water, lines,
and sky.

Do we fade
further into
obscurity?

Or, turn
dazzling into
a warm day

Of sun and
sail, as
the fog lifts?

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9 Responses to Poem: Dead Calm

  1. Beautifully worded. And what a relevant question. Do we?

  2. KerryCan says:

    I like the poem and the photo that inspired it!

  3. Thomas Dyer says:

    Nice! I think I slept in that morning….

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  5. Wow. A question for the ages, but etched so powerfully here.

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