Friday, July 11, 2025

Old Man Fog poem

 Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference for Roundup.

After the (fabulous!) 4th of July festivities, it's been lovely to have a week of calm and quiet. I #amwriting, so the white space on the calendar has been especially welcome.

Today's ArtSpeak: PICASSO features another one of his I-can't-believe-that's-a-Picasso paintings, a landscape from 1928. 

I tried several directions before landing here, with a personification of fog. 

The poem is also a nod to Ram Dass and one of his most famous quotes, and I'm grateful to my son Daniel for gifting me the book Be Here Now a few years back. Thanks so much for reading!




Old Man Fog

here he comes
shuffling into town

rambling over trees
and cottages

softening
today's brittle edges

with his easy pace
and lingering smile

he says in his wizened voice
we are all pilgrims,

walking each other
home

- Irene Latham

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