How it swirls and billows in the air
unpredictable its course and flow
It floats in joy and despair
without knowing where it will go
It raises falling in the breeze it drifts
wood burning smell near
Evaporated solid coal shifts
dissolving thoughts once dear
Burning dreams release their smoke
from emotions dying ember
Glowing coals orange stain I poke
burn red with heat from what I remember
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: June 19th, 2024 05:24
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Comments5
Purging the dross?
Thanks for the read and question. I suppose that smoke is a type of dross that is purged,
Pay me know mind, it's a guessing game.
Love your work.
Burning dreams up in smoke, don't we all relate to that dearest sorrenbarret. Brilliant lines as they always are and a wonderful ending from what I remember. Authentic beauty in this poem. 🌹
Thanks a lot friend appreciate the support.
Good write SB.
Thanks Orchi appreciate the read friend
Visually stunning in its movement and unpredictability. Beautifully penned stanzas sorenbarrett.
Thank you Cassie I appreciate your review and most kinds words.
Dreams come from very many palces soren.
Andy
Thanks Andy indeed they do. Appreciate the read and comment
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