A Puff of Smoke

Life is but a puff of smoke that drifts into the air

A dream you dream in early spring beneath the blossom there

Then rains fall down to beat you back and wash you with the mud

Hardened there beneath the feet that toiled in sweat and blood

To grasp a bit of yellow sun within one sky of blue

And all the while your shining light stood right in front of you

Wipe a weary brow tonight so thankful for the days

She held the hand of this old man in her sweet gentle ways

Yes life is but a puff of smoke you see it then it’s gone

It leaves a trail of memories that linger on and on . . .

-Kay Salady –

© 2009

About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on December 9, 2009, in poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. yes life is but a puff of smoke you see it then it’s gone..

    love the line, well done…
    Happy Rally.
    😉

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  2. yes, the memories do linger, Kay.. its like the one life gone remains still close, maybe even closer..

    Here’s My Poem For Poets Rally

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  3. Life is but a puff of smoke…I like that…nice poem.:)

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  4. yes the memories… love the words in here 🙂

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  5. A beautiful piece ! Life is indeed a puff of smoke !

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  6. Yes life goes on and away like a puff of smoke. 🙂

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  7. Life is that wisp of smoke filled with memories, but you are also a breath of fresh air to those around you, becoming a shining memory in their lives.

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  8. lovely take …..and a fantastic photograph!!!!

    Thanks

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