Up in Smoke, 2013

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another day gone
up in smoke and a
new one waiting
to be lit
.
as I hold off for the bed
to warm itself the sounds
of nocturnal tree frogs
the birds soon to start
.
it’s quite
an unusual temperature
no more drip drop, rain
has ceases I sit calm
.
eyes large taking
in the night fallen
a desire to curl up
in many visions

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19 responses »

  1. Sterling beat me to it: “curling up in many visions” is an unforgettable line, like the line in a great song that swims in one’s imagination all the day. You have brought a gentle rain to refresh my soul. Thanks.

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  2. This is kinda sweet poem, like a lullaby. That’s a lovely one. Can still hear the words ring – I mean sing – in my head, like a lullaby – “Up in smoke… another day gone” Thumbs up!

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  3. another day gone
    up in smoke and a
    new one waiting
    to be lit

    Might be one of the most clever arrangement of words that I have seen in a while. I already penciled it onto a piece of scrap paper. I really, really like this. Beijos from Brazil

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