Smoke To Smoke

GON

Maybe we're just puffs of smoke

Fluid and shapeless as campfire shadows

And when from the south encroaches a wind

The calmness of the camp approaches its end

Riding on the way come pockets of rain

The droplets descend from the hurricane

And as one short-lived thing puts out another

Goodbye says the other to its spiritual brother

When the time comes for my hurricane

Will I be the fire or will I be the rain

Or will I be neither and instead become smoke

 

So before that day comes, that hot/cold end

Into fire I cremate my sins

And I go up

 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

I didn't choose this, unto me it was thrust

Ashes to ashes, smoke to smoke

During my ascension, on myself I choke

  • Author: noah (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 21st, 2018 14:35
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments2

  • Michela Vismara

    I love the description and religious references, great write

    • GON

      Thanks for the compliment. I don't know that I was consciously referencing religion per se, but you tend to default to religious or spiritual language when going into certain cognitive territories.

    • SLR

      I didn't read it as a religious piece. The only thing I saw was the reference of spiritual brother but I took that as a figurative reference not as a religious one. This reads (to me) as someone getting ready for his own end and trying to decide how he's going to face it. As smoke, rain or fire. Will he fight, bend/join or float away. Great piece. Great post.

      • GON

        Thank you! That's such a great reading.



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