Raymond Pert gave the sibling assignment this week. It was one word: Fog. You will soon find his here and Silver Valley Girl's here.
A found poem is created by taking lines, phrases, and passages from other sources and reframing them as a poem. This poem was created by pulling lines from a variety of poems on the theme of fog.
Found in the Fog
on little cat feet.
Open the door now.
Go roll up the collar of your coat
To walk in the changing scarf of mist.
Light refracting and pulsing
new frost clinging
shrub and nettle,
goldenrod and milkweed
blanketed, crystallized
ablaze
in frozen fog.
A heavy fog clings like cobwebs to the naked limbs of winter’s trees.
It cushions away the sounds of life;
All morning bathed in a dovelike brooding.
Living without faith is like driving in a fog.
The Sun took down his Yellow Whip
And drove the Fog away.
Like a deep rich fog
so is the grace of God
ever present in our lives.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
a found poem created by InlandEmpireGirl
photos taken at home and around Lake Roosevelt
I love the fourth picture, of the tall, thin bare trees. Kind of eerie.
ReplyDeleteThat is a line of trees between Kettle Falls and Colville. They look entirely different in the summer. I really liked the way the contrast worked.
ReplyDeleteI loved this whole post...the found poem, the pictures. Just lovely!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the poems and the wonderful foggy shots too. I think fog is one of my favorite weather conditions as long as I don't have to drive in it. I'm had some frightening foggy drives but as long as I can just enjoy looking at it and don't have to drive, I love it.
ReplyDeleteThese are lovely. I know we have had lots of foggy days lately.
ReplyDeleteThose are some fine foggy findings! Love how you wove them all together.
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