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Something More<\/strong><\/p>\n As much as music it was fog, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Frank C. Praeger<\/strong> is a retired biologist who lives in the Keweenaw which is a peninnsula that juts out from the northwest corner of the Upper Pennisula of Michigan into Lake Superior.\u00a0 His poetry has appeared in various journals in both UK and USA.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Something More As much as music it was fog, as cold descending, as candles stayed unlit, as if daylight was more than daylight. It was not ceremonial, a stillness filling a doorway. A reverie not yet begun, pedestrians stopped, mediums stumped. No one could have choreographed it, nor was there need for […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4893","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4893","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4893"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4893\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4895,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4893\/revisions\/4895"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4893"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4893"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4893"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nas cold descending,
\nas candles stayed unlit,
\nas if daylight was more than daylight.
\nIt was not ceremonial,
\na stillness filling a doorway.
\nA reverie not yet begun,
\npedestrians stopped,
\nmediums stumped.
\nNo one could have choreographed it,
\nnor was there need for naming it,
\nnot paid for, done for the taking,
\nnothing held back.
\nThe accidental whelming up:
\nantiques totalled, squatters edgy, swat teams
\nwith their sawed off shotguns at the ready,
\ndata eclipsing tact.<\/p>\n