Writing 201: Day 4

Today I have been working on a Elegy on the theme of fog. I'm not sure what I have written quite works. Maybe there is too much tied up in it. I believe there may be a stress pattern to elegies but I always abuse those! I use my ear to hear how lines work but mix it up. The prompt looked a metaphor. I use metaphor quite a lot but I don't think there is one in my poem as such this time. I struggled for inspiration with this and I'm not that happy with the result. Maybe one day I'll take it apart and re-write it in a different form. I looked at not having end rhymes but they seemed to naturally want to be written that way. So here is my flimsy effort for today:

Fog

Boundaries shift losing their edges

Eyes strain to see ahead

All points of reference disappear

Under a smoky bed.

Movement slows, cars are nose to tail

Break lights blink off and on

Headlights beam as if they’re searching

Sucked in trails, there, then gone.

All is grey, swirling dense and cloying

Changing whole perspectives

Horns beep out in great frustration

The fog ignores and drifts.

Nothing looks the same anymore

Blind is the traveller now

All reason and logic come undone

This is nature’s power.

Our instincts for time and space is lost

With ancestors long gone

Clocks and technology run our lives

Without them we are done.

Man made machines point the way for us

Our brains are dull as fog

Hooked and wired to get our daily dose

Just another dim cog.

Take away the safety nets and breathe

Find your natural rhythm

Nature gave you all you’d ever need

Become nature driven.

Undo the restraints that keep you bound

This life belongs to you

But only you can change the pathway

Do what you need to do.