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
Posted on December 9, 2009, in poetry and tagged a puff of smoke, kaysalady, poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.
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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yes, the memories do linger, Kay.. its like the one life gone remains still close, maybe even closer..
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Life is but a puff of smoke…I like that…nice poem.:)
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yes the memories… love the words in here 🙂
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A beautiful piece ! Life is indeed a puff of smoke !
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Yes life goes on and away like a puff of smoke. 🙂
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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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Thank you very much, Dan, for such a lovely comment regarding my poetry!
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lovely take …..and a fantastic photograph!!!!
Thanks
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Such a nice comment! Thanks!
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