Smoky Hoss

Gold Star - 14,439 Points (01 may 1962 / U.S.A.)

Gone - Poem by Smoky Hoss

The black-eyed Susans
are gone,
the question of fall
has begun.
Winter will arrive
at last,
the scarlet summer
is past.
We've filled our sacks full
of spun gold,
and been enraptured by the tales
of fantastic stories told.
Now outside the window
of our heart,
we see
the cold snowfall start.
Friendly fires
fade,
as do the plans in youth
we once made.
Illusions of summers perfection
shatter,
with the weight of things
that no longer matter.
The black-eyed Susans
are gone,
they've sung their last
sweet song.
Even fall now
is nearly done,
a chill in the air prophesies
winter has thus begun.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

- Along my way to work is a small stand of trees, between the trees and the road is a meadow that is filled with the most beautiful black-eyed Susans. I looked forward to seeing them daily. Today I drove past, and they were all completely turned black; killed by the cold of the coming winter. It seemed a metaphor of life. We all shall pass through the chill of death, leaving behind our former selves.

Comments about Gone by Smoky Hoss

  • Edward Kofi Louis (3/23/2016 2:12:00 AM)

    The question of fall has began! Nice piece of work. (Report)Reply

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  • Kim Barney (1/25/2015 4:50:00 AM)

    This poem caught my eye because I have one with the same title, but mine is just a silly haiku and this one is excellent! (Report)Reply

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  • (8/27/2014 3:51:00 PM)

    Winter is coming. That's for sure. Great poem Smoky. Enjoyed it a lot. (Report)Reply

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  • Dee Corpolongo (11/14/2012 9:49:00 PM)

    What a wonderful poem to read just about the time of year that is upon us. The very reason I moved from N.Y. to Calif. only to find that nights can get really cold here too. What a great poetic way of seeing the flowers in your
    thoughts, and how their time has passed with a reason. Natures ongoing cycle of beauty for each season.
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  • (10/17/2012 12:36:00 AM)

    Winter. Brrrrrrrrr! The perfect metaphor for Gone. Like those beautiful black-eyed Susans, on a personal note, we all have a pending winter - when we, too, shall be gone. Beautiful and insightful Smoky. Love it. (Report)Reply

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  • (10/16/2012 10:26:00 PM)

    Beautiful spirits in these lines..Fall still haunts the Winter, living in your words.. :) (Report)Reply

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  • (10/15/2012 9:00:00 PM)

    and yet in the dead of winter, the buds of spring rise from the heart... another beautiful offering! (Report)Reply

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  • (10/15/2012 5:41:00 PM)

    I read this a few times, just because i had too... it is just so harmonious to read aloud....it really filled my heart with joy and sorrow in equal measures even though it feels melancholy, it seems to head on with a purposeful stride...maybe acceptance but thats how i felt this poem...thanks karen (Report)Reply

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  • Heather Wilson (10/14/2012 3:20:00 PM)

    A wonderful write, , how the beauty of flowers can just vanish with the onset of Winter. (Report)Reply

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  • S.zaynab Kamoonpuri (10/14/2012 12:58:00 AM)

    Wow i read a fantastic poem in lovely metaphor. Kudos poet! (Report)Reply

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  • Jim Boone (10/13/2012 5:23:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem on the evolution of the human/soul experience. (Report)Reply

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  • Valerie Dohren (10/12/2012 2:37:00 PM)

    So very true Smoky, and very sad too. Great metaphor and well written. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 12, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 13, 2012


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