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Slowly as the Smoke rise

 

 

 

 

Slowly as the Smoke rise

Exasperation
As time ticks by every single day
Nights get easier
Days harder to get by..
Slowly as the Smoke rise

People stare
Not trying to fathom or understand
Simply stare with fear
Eyes crinkled dumbfound

Slowly as the Smoke gathers

Difficult
to explain everyone what
I’m yet to grasp
But I have faith
I’ll only need time.
I know I’ll get there
Just need time…

Slowly, one day,
The smoke will clear the air around……

 

 

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  • Mari Goes
    August 29, 2007

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    All happens in the right time, don't you think?
    The feeling of pushing time and its progress forward is always present, but we are so unable to do that.
    I like the positive thought in this poem.
    I like your reflections

  • raouldaggermark
    August 2, 2007
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    excellent

    stylish, i like it. keep the good work up


  • Wolf Mistress silver member
    July 2, 2007

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    awwwwwwwwww this is sad..I think you are going to a hard time then...just know I will hold you in my prayers You don't have to explain anything my friend...just keep your faith, and the friends you can turn to close..Okay

    XXJeannette


  • wattle silver member
    June 13, 2007

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    Now I have a problem, well I have many but one relating to this poem presentation. I've read this Ms Me original and I love it. Which in itself is not a problem, quite the opposite. To me it's two poems. The problem is that I'm not sure if the smoke is the smoke in the vision of Ms Me looking forward ('the fog of fathom'). Or whether the smoke is the physical smoke of industry and Ms Me is concerned about the future we are all going to suffer in our future ('the smog to fathom'). Ms Me is more complex these days. There was once a time when future independence was all she had to protect. Now days she has vaulting ambitions to tame as she attempts to grow her mind to fit into a world full of strawberries to sample. Strawberries in many forms and many places she now protects. ---- Still I'm thinking two poems is better then one. ------ Thank you.


    • fathom me
      June 20, 2007

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      I guess fiction does get like glasses we wear that colour what we see, what we read..
      Thank you dear 'wattle' My computer & internet facility have been holidaying all this while.. finally they are back on track n working

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