Jake Aller Poet Free verse

The Fog April 8

The Fog Local Gems 

Note: one of my oldest poems was written in 1972 when I was 16. Revised as a cherita.

The Fog 
The Fog 

The Fog 
Rolls in and in. 

And on forever 
Till the end of time 
Past where once stood proud San-San. 

Now there is nothing 

But bones rolling in 
Forever and ever 

Rotting in the blue sunlight 
Turning in the yellow clouds 
filling the air 

With the stench 

The fear 
The feel 

Of a people forever dead 
Merging with the fog 
Filling the air 

The fog rolls in and in 

Laughing as the Sun 
Sinks into the purple coated sky 

Above the encrusted sky of time 
With the people of the earth
Just another dead civilization.
 
Day 8: A Layer Of Fog
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Re-write the fog if I can find it I should be able to either re-write or use a couple of my horror haiku poems or combine into a longer piece perhaps a cherita? Or a Haiku sonnet? That would be the funniest one to do

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