Foggy Words

Some poetry is so unclear it fogs my weary brain. It isn't going anywhere; it's a disconnected train. We know you have these pensive thoughts that must come hurtling through. Why not write them so your reader might understand them too? "She walks in beauty, like the night", were the words Lord Byron chose and we recall them with delight. We'll long remember those. There's beauty in the simple word as well as the obscure. If you would write what we would read, please keep them clear and pure. Posted for Judy''s "Put Yourself In The Reader's Shoes" contest