"sometimes nature is not enough to burn the sadness"


SMOKE...

Surrounded by Trees
Colored with new leaves
And cheery blossoms
Caressed with cool breeze
Here i am
Watching the mountains
And their shadow on the beautiful Fewa Lake
Tiny waves of boats
And the lights playing hide and seek

One small roll of tobacco
And a tiny matchbox
Spark!!!
And it starts to burn
I inhale the sleeping fire
The sad memories are in line
And one by one
I turn them in to smoke
With a great effort
I force them to fly in the sky
From my mouth and nose

It scratches my throat
Screaming "let me stay"
But sorry I can't
Here I am
Trading poison with poison





Poetry by uma
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Written on 2007-12-09 at 07:11

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What a poem. Imagery in parts like an abstract painting, and i could imagine the draw and exhalation of that cigerette.. 'trading poison with poison'-impact ending.
2007-12-09