The smoke rises,
and the steam from the boiled water in my mate also rises,
seeking the light
filtering through the window.
It appears.
It disappears.
It's a magic trick.
Marking, perhaps,
the fate of everything?
It returns to the firmament.
And it rains.
Three.
Six.
Nine.
Repeat.
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Damaso (
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It is the nostalgia brought by the steam off of the mate that triggered the fave.
(The smoke rises,
and the steam from the boiled water in my mate also rises,
seeking the light)
Memories of the past and the combined metaphor of the cycle of life, this paired with the seeking of the light a fantastic touch where all that pass through this cycle seek the light, the understanding of it all. A wonderful poem
Well, I'm glad you liked it. The first ray of light gave me this text, and I brought it here to share. Thank you so much for stopping by and for your words of encouragement. Best regards.
Nostalgia bearing wisdom, nothing stays the same, everything is transformed in one way or another as it completes it cycle, combined with essence of our existence to search for the light, pleasure to read as always
Well, sir, I'm glad it was that way. Thank you so much for the words of encouragement. I feel like you were able to connect with the feeling I wanted to convey. Thanks for stopping by. Best regards.
You are very welcome
Excellent write
Thank you so much for stopping by! I'm glad you like it. Best regards.
You're welcome
Engaging... love the crispness of this...
Well, thank you so much for stopping by to read and leave your feedback. Best regards.
poets can find inspiration in the most mundane things as you have proved
good write - and yes things do reappear sometimes in another form
Well, I'm glad you liked it, and I think the term "poet" is a bit too much for me. The magic of the little details. Best regards.
i seriously think that all those who contribute here are poets to a lesser or larger degree - some have been more successful in publishing their work, but that does not mean the others are any lesser - i find a lot to appreciate on these pages..so wishing each one here more power to their thoughts and pens
Well, I'm very glad you think that way. It seems like a message to all of us who write on this page, seeking to spark a spark, to value ourselves more. I think it's very noble of you, and I completely share your thoughts on the subject. Your words are very encouraging. Best regards.
Good morning. We often fail to value ourselves- most of the time we underestimate our capacity to make a difference by setting an example
i wish you are inspired to share more of your thoughts in poetic form on this forum. All the best always
Sometimes things / feelings have to disappear or yeah be changed into something nicer
A good writing .. nice when difficult feelings change into nice ones
Hey good I'm glad you see it that way. Sometimes details of this cosmos give us lessons of these feelings that you describe. Thank you very much for reading. Greetings
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