Theresa Ann Moore

Lifeless Smoke

While driving leisurely behind a slow poke.
I noticed billows of curling black smoke.
The smoke was making an overhead trail.
Energetically reaching, but steadily getting frail.

The blazing remains of a human are leaving a smudge.
Silently waving to people below who no longer judge.
The smell of lifeless ashes permeates the tranquil air.
I try not to inhale while refocusing my diverted stare.

An empty calmness takes hold as I make a supposition.
The exiting traces of person do not reveal a disposition.
Oaf or wizard, bankrupt or wealthy, scoundrel or hero…
There is no distinction; the evaluating meter is at zero.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 2, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, March 5, 2011

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Comments about Lifeless Smoke by Theresa Ann Moore

  • Julia Hill (6/2/2007 12:09:00 AM)

    Oh yes, I really like this one! Theresa I love the way you, as I do in lots of my own poetry, can see both sides, and I love the value you place on every human... as being equal! ! Well done. I loved all of your descriptions too.

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