Fog

by John Muro

October 4, 2022

Painting of a coastline covered in fog, a sailboat can be seen off the shore

Elbschiff In Early Morning Fog, Caspar David Friedrich, 1820

John Muro

A life-long resident of Connecticut and a lover of all…

Poems about my cat

Seeking a place to pause,
fog wheels and eludes the
white tongues of tides,
bedding down the tiny
boats and cottages into
graphite-colored graves.
Sky descending or water
rising and an abstract earth’s
releveling. sight defers
to sound and the harbor’s
soft slurring is slowly
swallowed, curling into
ear in a dull, nautical moan.
Even the further field’s pink
blaze of fire-weed runs
to gauze in oyster-gleam.
The waning of form to specter
draws us into this aberration
of tidal calm, glistening in
liturgical light like some
exquisite vestment woven
from never-lasting dew,
viscid pearl and wheat-
yellow strands of spider silk.

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fog free verse poetry

John Muro

A life-long resident of Connecticut and a lover of all things chocolate, John Muro is a graduate of Trinity College, Wesleyan University and the University of Connecticut. He has authored three volumes of poems -- In the Lilac Hour, Pastoral Suite and, most recently, A Bountiful Silence. John is a four-time Pushcart nominee, a two-time Best of the Net nominee and a Grantchester Award recipient. His work has appeared in numerous literary journals and anthologies, including Acumen, the Belfast Review, Connecticut River, Cool Beans Lit, Hyacinth Review, Sky Island, the Valparaiso Review and elsewhere.