My dad always told us his favorite poem was Fog by Carl Sandburg.I’m not sure he liked it because of what it said or because it was a short one he could remember.
The fog comeson little cat feet.It sits lookingover harbor and cityon silent haunchesand then moves on.
I spoke to my soon to be 84 year old mom on the phone yesterday and she told me it was foggy where they lived, and it hadn’t burned off as she had expected. I told her we were having fairly heavy rain and it seems will continue today and into tomorrow. Here is the forecast:
It rained steadily all night and I had the window open because I like to listen to the sound of rain at night. It brings back a lot of memories. Good ones mostly. So, I thought I would try my hand at creating a Carl Sandburg-like poem about the rain.
The rain comeson centipede feet.It runs swiftlyover rooftop and eavesflowing down drainpipesand then moves on.
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I loved your poem! I could hear the rain “on centipede feet”. Great imagery!
It is very quite here early Sunday morning so I could almost hear your steady rain. I have always liked the Sandburg poem, too. It was a good mentor text for you to create your rain poem.
That is quiet…. 🙂
I always love a poet inspired poem. Well done. Sufjan Steven’s has a great song where at the end he sings about Carl Sandburg’s ghost appearing to him in a dream. If I can get you to listen to his “Come On Feel The Illinoise Song!” from beginning to end my SOL dreams will come true. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmJwraC4p5A
Love your take on the poem. I’ve always like the description of fog coming in on little cat feet, then I think of the cat thumps around here and that blows the image for me. 🙂
That is an awesome write of a poem based on Fog! I guess having the rain pattering on your roof helped. 🙂
What a gorgeous little poem. I too love the rain, it is so relaxing. Beautiful slice. 🙂