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Saturday 21 January 2012

Winter Fog

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http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f7/Bratislava_Temperature_inversion1_2005-Nov-11.jpg

Bratislava Temperature Inversion: photo by Ondrejk, 11 November 2005





Winter fog -- thought

neither


in

nor out --


hid through

the day


in the night

window


shadow of

a doubt --






http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e3/Fog_shadow_tv_tower.jpg

Fog shadow of Sutro Tower, San Francisco: photo by Mila Zinkova, 2006

9 comments:

Nin Andrews said...

Beautiful!

aditya said...

very closely knit sounds & their meanings. a lot like drum beats.


by the time it ended i was chuckling. bravo!

TC said...

Gracias, Nin and Aditya.

The fog has rolled in following the last wave of rain, and everything is dripping.

Even the shadows, as dawn now sneaks up on us.

STEPHEN RATCLIFFE said...

Tom,

"thought/ neither// in/ nor out --// . . . shadow of/ a doubt"

clear here now, perfect rainbow across Mesa against clouds an hour ago, big wind and rain yesterday and last night -- opened up leak in living room roof, took down spar from eucalyptus above driveway ("widow makers" they call them, my car struck once again). . . .

1.21

sunlit white clouds moving to the right
above ridge, blue jay landing on branch
in foreground, sound of wave in channel

relative to these therefore
for such, such events

by inversion of this, above
this, then follows by

grey rain cloud against invisible ridge,
whiteness of waves in windblown channel

Susan Kay Anderson said...

Missoula Girl

I sent my twin shadow into the far off wind. Mt. Jumbo rolling along in October up the Rattlesnake in the middle of it all. I was too young to be a healer but the news was pressing me. Consulting the cloud chart—
“a change in weather seldom comes as a surprise
to those who know the meaning of nature’s warning signs.”

Saw the bones of the earth and the blood of the land falling, falling, down to the
altostratus (translucidus) on horseback. The sun appeared to be behind frosted glass.
Called my animals around me—the calico, Tristeza, a fat ewe, her lamb, Cookie. There was Bup (part poodle), Shumagin & Moonshine (husky and grey tabby), Cherrip, the teddy bear hamster, in his plastic ball—held a conference of the world. For the world. For the wind and sky.

What was left? Layers.
Today’s map is yesterday’s weather.
Fog simply a cloud reaching ground level.
What came back was this: question, question, question
a long, squiggly line.

vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras) said...

GREYISH MATTER
—for Tom


Nothing

Like a poem
Like this too

Clear your head.

ACravan said...

I took this stunning word and picture display to bed with me last night and woke up with it this morning. Really terrific and way "up there." Curtis

aditya said...

By indirections find directions out

(Polonius in Hamlet) corresponds v well with your poem Tom.


Reading this had put me in mind for your poem.
So I come over to read it
and see that you've posted another Shakespeare marvel.

TC said...

Poor old Polonius got such an unfortunate reputation, merely for exercising the same kind of spycraft that's routine nowadays, when every keystroke we exchange is vulnerable to surveillance.

What's more, his comment indicates penetrating psychological insight on his part.

But of course by turnabout all the penetration came straight back at (or shall we say to, or through?) him.

And really, when observing one who seems to be going about with his head lost in a fog, the motive-reading method of snoopery seems only appropriate.

But as nowadays it's all done by bots, which can't read minds because they don't have them, well, the detection of indirection seems all but a lost art.

Though there are always the literary critics...