Andrea Dietrich Poet Verse

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For Nette Onclaud's "NIght of Fog" Poetry Contest written Oct. 4, 2025

Night of Fog

One chill autumn night frightened white,
dread filled me; something was not right.
In the woods behind my house,
scraping sounds kept me inside.
Dawn revealed what fog concealed . . .
a grave freshly dug.

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Paula Goldsmith October 10, 2025 at 2:50 PM Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading your wonderful "Night of Fog" write. Have a Blessed day/weekend writing away.........

Terry Miller October 9, 2025 at 1:30 AM spooky and spectacular, congratulations

Valsa George October 8, 2025 at 11:53 PM Hi Andrea, back to your suspenseful poem with Congratulations on your first place win.

Kim Rodrigues October 8, 2025 at 6:28 PM Ooh…yikes! Open to the imagination…

John Lawless October 6, 2025 at 7:06 AM YIKES....just fillet with candy and go back inside....nicely done Andrea

Valsa George October 5, 2025 at 9:18 PM 'Dawn revealed what fog concealed'... a grave! Oh, so scary!

Dr. Vandana Sharma October 5, 2025 at 8:36 PM Well, this is quite scary!! and I like scary!! All the best for the contest.

Paige Hind October 5, 2025 at 7:55 PM Wow. I love the imagery and spookiness of the poem, but it's also haunting.

Gershon Wolf October 5, 2025 at 6:45 PM Impressive effect: Reading this gave me the goosebumps! ~ gw

sara Etgen-Baker October 5, 2025 at 5:21 PM oooo, what a haunting tale...great contest entry.

William Kelii Kekaula October 5, 2025 at 12:54 PM I’m entranced by the gravity that steadily rises to a caesura juncture of culminating gist. Intriguing write. Aloha.

Mike Bayles October 5, 2025 at 12:19 PM A great suspenseful poem.

Howard Kerr October 5, 2025 at 11:56 AM Now this is what I call poetry of the highest order. Consummate craft in a chilling narrative with a solid end plot Best of luck with this entry. Thanks again for your asides on my Scents Of Autumn Cinquain. Howard