As I sail through the fog
I hear the lonely bell,
It’s sound so desperate,
Warning of danger ahead.
The sound to me
Was welcoming,
It meant I was not alone,
Others had been here.
As I go through my life,
Surrounded by the fog,
The fog of the unknown,
I hear the bell.
It shows me the way,
The way that others have been.
I go passed it,
And as it’s sound
Fades silently in the unseen way,
I move on,
Move on to another place,
Where the light is calling me.
The bell has led me towards the light,
The light that I had lost,
Lost in the fog of my life,
But once more
I can see the clarity,
The clarity within me.
As I go towards the light
The brightness is there.
My life has left the fog,
Clarity is before me.
The bell stays behind,
Calling others into the light.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Maybe many of us have been surrounded by a fog, I have been in the past but I am now in the Light. I don't know why I wrote this, the idea and the words just came to me, maybe my muse wanted something from me as I lay listening to the music of Max Richter.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
Good write Gold.
But I helps ya, so ya are not in a whisky fog or haze. I adds water to it. Dunno what all the fuss is about. Old Orchi thinks it's good to add water! heehee.
Thanks Orch.
I have warned you before about putting water in my scotch. I WILL come and take all your pork pies - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
The clarity within shines through life's foggy times as this special verse and wonderful image portrays Goldi - - great read.
Thank you Fay, much appreciated.
I feel the same - for me out of the fog as thoughts linger in my failing mind - gosh - nearly just written the start of another poem - great work Andy.
Thank you Michael, I look forward to seeing the new poem.
Your muse did well, Goldi! Some of us are still in that fog! Your inspirational write will remind us that thereās the hope that we too will be called into the light!
A great read and pic to illustrate it! Well done!
~Laura~
Thank you Laura, that muse always seems to get it write.
This is such a beautiful poem about finding the light. And I think we need to get older in order to realize what you so aptly describe. In our younger days we all are in a 'fog' of career, family, house, etc. and only after we reach a certain stage and actually get some distance, we start to see more clearly. A favorite for sure!
PS: Beautiful picture as well!
Thank you Fred, you have hit the nail on the head, it needs experience (age) to see the light in many instances.
Hope your light always shines , good stuff here
Thank you WL, the muse came to me while I was listening to Max Richter.
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