Dada Is My Name

  Fog is my name Fog is my name, don't confuse me with frog, I make things unseen or obscured. You can't touch me or feel me but you may think I'm cool as I cover those hills and those horses! I look white and wispy, possibly an elegant fool, as I spread my great wings into air. I'm romantically linked but you won't find me on Facebook unless I've been tagged and shared for your pleasure. I come in the morning, can give you an evening, I can come anywhere where there's water and mood. Many of you will soon drive through me cursing as you go because I have slowed your great speed. I'm known to be dangerous but that makes me laugh, I'm as dangerous as fluffy clouds and marshmallows! When I come you might hear a horn (which, by the way, makes me quite horny!) to warn all those ships close to land. You might describe your mind as 'foggy', which uses my name in vain! but you're welcome to use me, no need to th...

  Nothing is my name Nothing is my name, it’s hard to describe me, it’s easier to say what I’m not. I’m not heard, touched, or seen, but maybe I am, because the material relies on me, needs Nothing. I’m likened to air, to space, to the void, but I am none of these things… things emerge from me to become a thing, some thing, any thing, every thing loves me and is me. So here I am, pretending to be something when I am nothing but that won’t ever stop you from seeking. I am everywhere and nowhere, elusive and vague, Nothing is my name, You Won’t Find Me Photo by Ilnur Kalimullin on Unsplash