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Tenacles

A heavy fog grasps each plant Its tenacles wrap around Laden with moisture it leaves damp Creeps and crawls without a sound A golden sun peeks through gray clouds Exposes thick silver fog Rises slowly higher in sky Silent the rain tree frog Which presence will win the scene The fog rising from the creek? Condensation from the cool rain Or the sun which slowly peeks?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 8/1/2015 9:15:00 PM
Wonderful imagery and a great ending! ...On those foggy days, I always wonder if it will ever clear away... This was beautifully penned, Sara!
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Date: 7/31/2015 4:05:00 AM
What a very great write, I love your subject, I love to play with nature stuff. Excellent...........A.M.
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Date: 7/30/2015 3:49:00 PM
oh how cool the way you have the tenacles of three things in nature that may "win" the scene!! Great way to end this type of poem
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Date: 7/30/2015 12:51:00 PM
What a thought-provoking, well-structured poem. I am drawn to the wonderful painting of a situation. As if that were not enough engagement, the question at the end of the poem affords the reader an opportunity to come up with his or her own conclusion.
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