Smoke Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

Smoke



Smoke
slowly
swirl upward
towards the sky
making shapes like a lonely artist.

I watch the embers of fire in silence
poking my mind
making faces
just like
dreams.

Not
a fire
making light
only smoke moving
with shapes making love inside of me.

I stay calm for only as long as I
watch the movement
feeling guilt
sitting here
stabbing
me.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bert Bell 17 October 2010

Simply splendid poetry. Your imagery is wonderful leading up to a nice jolt at the end, the stabbing guilt.

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