Caveat: Poem #1493 “Distortions” 2020-09-01, 05:34 2023-03-22 A Daily Poem / Blank verse / Book 3 / Couplets and Quatrains / My Poetry & Fiction ㅁ The land and sea were blended into one. A mist was clinging to the darkling trees. Among the stones a boat's vague shape appeared. Or was it just a ghost? One couldn't know. – a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter). Previous PostCaveat: Tree #592 Next PostCaveat: Tree #593