The fog lifts stubbornly in this part of the land
It is never really gone
The remnants remain in your mind
Who will you be today – or what?
Brew the coffee – the dark roast
And move both feet
The fleeting time calls
But hope lies in every button
Merlin will point you to a stone
Todays poetry contest entry was written by Edward Palumbo.
Do you think it could be the best new poem in 2013?