Smoky Hoss

Gold Star - 9,677 Points (01 may 1962 / U.S.A.)

The Waves - Poem by Smoky Hoss

The deep gray waves
of late November crash, spray and recoil upon the eastern shore
of Lake Michigan.
The sky overhead in slate and sly shades
scatters melancholy like ashes
in a roiling, relentless wind.
And there,
far, far to the southwest,
a lone, thin horizontal line
of blazing orange-yellow
like that of a match first struck,
rips open the darkness in the clouds;
and briefly, and brilliantly the light floods
through, over and upon
not only what I see, the great blue-waters,
but also upon my own cloudy heart.
For just a moment
the dark and violent waves glow with a joy
unexpressable, as do
the tears mysteriously appearing
in my eyes -

Topic(s) of this poem: joy, life


Comments about The Waves by Smoky Hoss

  • (12/7/2015 5:48:00 PM)


    What a tremendous scene you describe. I felt myself truly there, through the words of a poet-seer.. :) (Report) Reply

    Smoky Hoss (12/7/2015 7:40:00 PM)

    Thanks Patti!

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  • Paul Brookes (11/27/2015 4:04:00 PM)


    I love this word picture you paint a mighty scene very lyric enjoyed thanks (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (11/27/2015 3:20:00 PM)


    I have seen the lake this way and felt your expression. Thanks, Smoky (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 27, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 28, 2015


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