I must go in, for the fog is rising. Though, truth be told, it's unsurprising. Mean plans for Man set in motion, back with skies, stars, beasts, lands, oceans... God shows no great interest in revising.
d’Verse poetics: ‘Words of Departure’
At d’Verse, poets were encouraged to select one of phrase from the following famous departing words:
- “All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain” -Roy Batty, Blade Runner
- “My battery is low and it’s getting dark” –Mars rover ‘Opportunity’
- “A certain butterfly is already on the wing” -Vladimir Nabokov
- “I must go in for the fog is rising” -Emily Dickinson
- “Ah! The times were good! It was I who was so unhappy” -Sophie Arnould, French operatic soprano
- “My anchor is well cast, and my ship, though weather-beaten, will outride the storm” -Samuel Hopkins, theologian
- “Go on, get out! Last words are for fools who haven’t said enough.” -Karl Marx
Then, using your chosen phrase, write a ‘deathbed’ poem of your own imagination.
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44 thoughts on “I must go in, or: The fog is rising”
life is a fog these days David. Descriptive and wonderfully expressed! 👏👏
💕 Cindy 💕
This is such an apt description of fog and how one gets caught up in a dilemma on whether or not to find our footing or just let the chips fall where they may ❤️
💙 Sanaa 💙
Oddly enough, I am the weirdo who likes to go out into a fog – something the known/unknown otherworldliness of it. I feel Emily would adore your limerick and personally – that last line – whoa!
🤎 💖 Raivenne 🤎 💖 ~ ya know, I don’t mind the fog myself either!
I say Brilliant. Emily Dickinson must be smiling in her grave.:))
💖 Natasha 💖 ~ that would be a great honor!
A very nice limerick. I think you honored Emily Dickinson by this prompt.
🤎 Michaël 🤎
But Man keeps trying…(k)
🧡 Kerfe 🧡 ~ indeed
A well written limerick of a very pivotal moment in our lives. How interesting you came up with this scenario, for the quote you chose. It’s both deep and unique:) Bravo!
💛 Karima 💛
I too like this one! But I wonder why we feel compelled to come in when it is foggy….
💚 Muri 💚
I like the last line! Good one
💘 Sangeetha 💘