Dana Lamb

A Smoke - Poem by Dana Lamb

Cool air
Enchanting darkness
So quiet
The usual ruckus is gone
Curling wreaths of smoke
Leave traces in the night
Full of hints
Hidden feelings
Veiled thoughts
Hope and expectations
A spark from my cigarette
Falls down
A lonely light
In the wasteland
Of relentless
Unyielding dark
It persists
It won’t be extinguished
By the force of its fall
Such a metaphor
For human life
There is no salvation
No ultimate knowledge
But there’s such grace in trying
And such beauty in pain

Comments about A Smoke by Dana Lamb

  • Rookie - 11 Points Colin J... (8/30/2007 1:32:00 PM)

    'A lonely light
    In the wasteland
    Of relentless
    Unyielding dark*

    I like this poem, even though I am an ex-smoker...
    There is beauty in everything. but that that beauty can kill (deadly nightshade) ..
    (lightening) , etc.
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  • Rookie Goldy Locks (8/30/2007 1:25:00 PM)

    weaving with no direction. at least no distinct direction. makes it fall flat. descriptive, however. best care, sjg (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 30, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 4, 2011

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