I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people!
Excellent poem adeeyoyo – good structure and rhyme (I like the almost rhymes eg. forever, ether) and the image of the smoke disappearing, as the soul moves on is very effective.
So true Denise. From ether we come and unto the ether we go. Life is an enduring cycle of integraton and disintegration of elements. Smoke is a good symbol of our ehereal nature.
03/11/2011 at 6:54 am
Great post today thanks. I enjoyed reading it very much.
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03/11/2011 at 7:17 am
Thanks so much for your visit and comment. 🙂
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03/11/2011 at 1:20 pm
Certainly another way of looking at, ‘vanished in a puff of smoke’!
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03/11/2011 at 2:36 pm
Hahaha, you’re on a roll today, Col! 😛
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03/11/2011 at 6:30 pm
*reflectively* Yes, and in UK it was a case of roll your own when it came to a smoke … 🙂
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03/11/2011 at 6:53 pm
Hahaha, too clever today! 🙄
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03/11/2011 at 3:43 pm
Thank you for this one Denise.
Another soul passed… You always imagine a way that brings my beloved David into each day.
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03/11/2011 at 4:57 pm
Thanks Maxi for liking this. Smoke rising is a euphemism for the soul rising upwards…
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03/11/2011 at 4:36 pm
Good poem, sad subject, Denise
Thank you
John
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03/11/2011 at 5:00 pm
I intended just writing about the nature of smoke, John, and the rest just wrote itself and surprised me.
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03/11/2011 at 7:19 pm
How often that happens, Denise. I get the same result. The poem can take you where it wants to. Thanks again
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03/11/2011 at 7:45 pm
Strange, isn’t it. I hear novelists have the same thing happen too! 😆
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03/11/2011 at 7:30 pm
Here today . . . air tomorrow.
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03/11/2011 at 7:53 pm
We all end up in nature’s ecosystem one way or another, Nancy. 🙂
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03/11/2011 at 9:37 pm
I adore this, Denise. The ending reminds me of the Indian pyres: to everything there is a season….
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03/11/2011 at 10:02 pm
Thanks, Kate, that is what I was alluding to… 🙂
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03/11/2011 at 10:39 pm
I like the way this got my mind wandering in thought.
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04/11/2011 at 4:26 am
Thanks, BV, that’s a good thing… 😕
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03/11/2011 at 11:28 pm
I love the mysticaL feeling that this poem evokes, Adee – reminds me of those scenes on the Ganges
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04/11/2011 at 4:27 am
That’s what came into my mind as I was writing, Bb. 😀
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04/11/2011 at 1:20 am
Great poem. I enjoyed it very much.
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04/11/2011 at 4:29 am
Thanks for the visit, Tim. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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04/11/2011 at 4:12 am
I can’t help but see the smoke emitting from incense…at yes, a Funeral…
So Evocative…Thank You ♥
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04/11/2011 at 4:31 am
Lovely picture, FTP, and I do like incense. 🙂
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04/11/2011 at 5:35 am
Excellent poem adeeyoyo – good structure and rhyme (I like the almost rhymes eg. forever, ether) and the image of the smoke disappearing, as the soul moves on is very effective.
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04/11/2011 at 6:14 am
Thanks, Gabe. I am a fan of almost rhymes, just have to be careful not to overdo them, lol!
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04/11/2011 at 5:41 am
Even smoke is made of molecules and atoms, and though we may no longer see it as smoke…the soul of it still lives.
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04/11/2011 at 6:16 am
Yes, nothing ever completely disappears, Jack. Only to the eye…
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04/11/2011 at 8:15 am
So true Denise. From ether we come and unto the ether we go. Life is an enduring cycle of integraton and disintegration of elements. Smoke is a good symbol of our ehereal nature.
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04/11/2011 at 8:35 am
I like the way you put it, Sunamu, ‘integration and disintegration of elements’. That sums it up very well. Thank you. I agree smoke is a good symbol.
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04/11/2011 at 5:19 pm
The soul is indeed like smoke…gliding from body to body.nice metaphor. 🙂
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04/11/2011 at 5:43 pm
Thank you, Epizeuxis. 😀
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04/11/2011 at 10:45 pm
Far reaching and fleeting at the same time, Denise! Very nice indeed! 😀
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04/11/2011 at 10:53 pm
Ah, thank you Tom. 😛
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07/11/2011 at 2:09 pm
ive drifted away in the wind reading this poem 😛 just like the smoke
heaps cool 🙂 soothing sort of poem, love it!
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07/11/2011 at 9:17 pm
Thanks, Kieran! 😀
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