Doo-bee-doo-bee-doooooooo....kind of in a mellow mood tonight, which is always interesting when it comes to poetry. I never know where my thoughts will go when I'm mellow. I've turned out some good stuff - and I've turned out plenty of bad stuff to. I'm hoping today's installment is good!!!
The water lies still,
tendrils of fog move over it,
alive and searching, grasping blindly,
looking for something to hold.
But there is nothing on the water's surface.
Soft ripples lap at the shore,
their cause unknown,
unseen through the thickening fog.
It moves about me now, obscuring the shoreline,
and I am left in my boat, wandering the still waters,
alone with my thoughts, the silence frightening and wholesome at the same time.
Peaceful and lonely,
silent and still,
waiting for the morning sun to come and take away the fog.
Thanks for reading.
The Fat Kid
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