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smoking
I feel like smoke
invading the room
but I will be
dissipating soon
running away
back into the sky
but the smell still lingers
after my good bye
you'll try to light
this spark again
but I'm no longer the flame
a mere reminder of when
there once was a fire
that blazed strong and bright
now the smokes all that's left
and soon will be out of sight
invading the room
but I will be
dissipating soon
running away
back into the sky
but the smell still lingers
after my good bye
you'll try to light
this spark again
but I'm no longer the flame
a mere reminder of when
there once was a fire
that blazed strong and bright
now the smokes all that's left
and soon will be out of sight
Published 7th Jan 2011
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8th Jan 2011 8:52am
9th Jan 2011 6:40pm
Very clever poem, Wendy, comparing smoke with love that is no more. And what I especially liked about it was that the tone you used in the narrator's voice was strong and you do it in a matter of fact way without the mooning, without the tearfully expressed mourning that is so common with love poems and sometimes filled with such anger and regret. The narrator here seems to come out of this intact and whole.
