When Smoke Fills The Air Poem by Peter S. Quinn

When smoke fills the air
With many shadowed faces
It unlaces its anger there
With lines to many places
To open doors and window
Of drifting clouds in sky
That will come and will go
In each their newly try

Like unanswered question
Each following its start
In every thoughtful section
Those in its room depart
And as it muses away
To give a smoke a line
There comes a night and day
With rain or sunshine

Just like in every life
Each make to their own
In realistic and to strife
That in mind's eye is known
With much colors and shade
Of gladness or sadness world
That time have truly made
And many fetches up whirled