It is the black smoke rising
Oozing through shuttered windows
seeping into quiet corners
Blocking the heart from
the light of the mind
deepening the gloom of
the mind’s eye
It is the black smoke rising
Sucking out the grief
where loss hides in daytime
Slipping sorrow in its wake
and despair into its bed
to smother laughter
to strangle hope
It is the black smoke rising
The pain crying out
to the one that is lost
Empty echoes mocking back
curling up around the hollow husk
Listless in life
tasting the death of
the black smoke rising.
I cried reading this poem... The black smoke is like an unwanted being, ('oozing through shuttered windows, ' love that part) stealing any trace of joy or hope.10++
This is a very well structured poem with its 'black dog' theme and it's melancholy tone. Your images are arresting and fresh as sunlight. I look forward to reading more of your work. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
I don't why most of your postings are as old as mine...but.. like me you need to post more--for my sake. Work it out! Hope to see some more of your work soon.
I like the way you let the powerful phrase 'Black Smoke Rising' coming back in every stanza. It gives the poem that blue feeling that goes to the heart
hey i read this and for being new this is amazing! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ♥ §♥
What they call a 'dark poem', I believe. The reiteration of the reference to black smoke holds it all together very well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a fine start, i like ur use personification, and the idea. its very cool, i will rate it 10++