Smoky Hoss

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

Not This, Not That - Poem by Smoky Hoss

Living. Dying.
everyone has lived before,
here and there;
everyone dies, now and then.
- look at all the maps of mankind
run amuk with dots of red, blue and black -
roads, towns, cities and hamlets,
People everywhere; villages without voices;
mountains miles apart
or side by side,
rivers, creeks and streams
flowing in all directions,
lakes and oceans
fields and woods
full of People, living,
or dead.
- why are there no
population signs at the gates to a cemetary?
do they fill too fast?
- life is not this;
and not that;
ditto the dying.
so I look at maps,
with all those impressive symbols
of mankinds great progression.
Not forward.
Not backward.
simply moving,
as the living do...
and the dying wish for
more of.


Comments about Not This, Not That by Smoky Hoss

  • (2/10/2014 12:39:00 PM)

    I enjoyed this. It runs along the perimeters of things I sit around and ponder (obsess over..?) .
    I live down the street from a cemetery. When we moved here, there was no funeral home/cemetery. Then there were a few graves..now it is become a large town or a small city.. And the highway besides me takes another life every month at least. How many ghosts wander its corridors..how many are watching me type this at this moment? Interesting things here for sure.
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  • Gajanan Mishra (2/9/2014 7:50:00 PM)

    impressive symbols, good one, thanks. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 9, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, February 10, 2014


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