Karle Wilson Baker

(1878 - 1960 / United States)

Blue Smoke - Poem by Karle Wilson Baker

The flame of my life burns low
Under the cluttered days,
Like a fire of leaves.
But always a little blue, sweet-smelling smoke
Goes up to God.


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  • Rookie - 6 Points Dawn Fuzan (5/13/2014 6:10:00 PM)

    Karl This is a good poem, keep it up (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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