A whisp of smoke here then gone dissipates over a planted lawn
Where seeds have sprouted weeds now spawn the beginning of a new dawn
Smoke and shadow come and go, seasons pass in time's flow
Melting clouds leave no scar in sky afar, no mark of shade below
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- Published: September 23rd, 2025 03:23
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I may be misreading this, but I love the last line; about leaving no scar or no mark. That is how it feels somehow much like our digital presence and footprints. But that is just the wayward way of my imagination. Of course, there is so much more to this poem, I'm afraid that this comment had not done any justice to it.๐๐๏ธ
Thank you Cryptic no you are on track there indeed. This poem a fragmented thought of in the course of time what marks we leave are erased as well and we really leave nothing at all. But people can take it however they wish as are many of my shorts it comes from passing thoughts. I appreciate your read and interpretation.
Ghosts we are, indeed. Like wisps of clouds remnants...here one moment, then scattered like rain in the ground, buried, absorbed...forgotten. What about history? Eventually even that will be forgotten one day when humanity ceases to exist. Nothing lasts forever, not even memory. Thus, in some ways, we are ghosts now, haunting our abodes and other lives for a time...only to be gone. At least, that is what I get out of this short, but brilliantly metaphorical poem. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
Once again you have grasped what I had in mind writing it. Your eyes see through my metaphors my friend. Thank you so much and for the kind words as well
Well written. This poem, "Ghosts," explores the transient nature of existence, highlighting how moments, like smoke and shadows, come and go, leaving behind a cycle of growth and change. It reflects on the inevitability of time's passage and the way new beginnings arise from decay.
Thank you Friendship. Nicely interpreted it speaks of all those things. I appreciate so much your time and insight my friend
And what a way to bring in the autumn, wow, wonderful dear sorrenbarret ๐น
Thank you Teddy your read and comment is most appreciated my friend
This reminds me of the guy who lived at the bottom of my street. His garden was like a flower show, his pride and joy.
Then he died, and in time the weeds enveloped the garden, eventually killing it too.
He left his mark, cos I can still see it.
Thank you Paul I appreciate your read and most kind words of understanding. Your words are appreciated
Changes come in many ways soren and we can see them all.
Andy
Thank you Andy I appreciate your time and understanding.
A fine, thought-provoking piece with some great imagery. Nicely done.
Thank you Tom for your read and supportive words of encouragement they are appreciated
This is a beautifully atmospheric piece it evokes subtle movement and the passage of time with a calm, reflective tone.
Again I thank you for your kind words and for your read of this short write.
Youโre welcome
A few lines but have deeper meaning! Well expressed!
Thank you very much for the read and kind words they are most appreciated
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