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Tuesday, 11 August 2015

Poem: A Puff of Smoke

a puff of smoke can dim the whole room
can't understand how loss can do the same thing
turns the colours into hazy tones
through eyes which can't see the picture clearly
all of a sudden, as if they are trying to pinch themselves awake
lungs anticipating the last breath
inhaling in deep gasps, sounding like an old machine
and you swear that an arrow went right
through the chambers of your heart
while the mind is trying to find logic behind
why some people just leave and things fall apart
in a puff of smoke and everything changes
or is that what the mind perceives
and it takes time to show us the illusion
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Written for the Mag #282.

22 comments:

  1. The world as we perceives it can change in an instant.. a word can be a puff of smoke.

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  2. Nice thoughtful, introspective poerm; well done.

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  3. I like this very much! Words so true.

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  4. Good question! The feeling of helplessness is felt when news of a loss is received! Very true Natasa!!

    Hank

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  5. Nice tie of the smoke to the leaving,
    how it can fill a room - leaving everything smelling of its passing
    and everything changes, for sure.

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  6. There is great wisdom in that closing line. I have lived that being left, and slowly came to see what had been only an illusion. This poem really resonates with me.

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  7. Wow!! Such a wise & insightful poem.

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  8. Oh this is fabulous Nataša especially your question at the end...maybe an illusion of quickness.

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  9. Yes, in a puff of smoke everything can change. An evocative poem...Natasa. Always nice to see you.

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  10. Introspective... nicely done.

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  11. Very true! Through their actions some people just blow smoke. Once the smoke dissolves, we realize there was nothing behind that cloud.

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  12. The mind trying to find the logic in it...ouch....that is the roughest part because where is the logic in loss?

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  13. sometimes it's hard to let go of a loss, and it's like grasping a puff of smoke. very thoughtful piece of work, Natasa.

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  14. so evocative..."....loss can do the same thing / turns the colours into hazy tones"..i can relate to this...

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  15. When a piece of us is ripped by the loss of one we love the world changes, indeed...

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  16. The haze of loss, a great topic and a great poem.

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  17. An awesome piece - nicely drawn and tightly structured. The puff of smoke opening that dissolves into illusion is inspired. Great writing!

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  18. Very thought provoking. Sometimes we don't see or understand the reasons behind someone leaving until later on down the road. And often times when we look back, it can all make sense when we see the bigger picture. But still, in that moment of confusion or haze, it's hard to see.

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  19. Is it an illusion? It doesn't matter, because tha's what it feels like through the tears--the arrow, the smoke, the room--surely you have captured it all!

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  20. So true, in hindsight someone leaving may turn out for the best. When the smike clears, new doors can open to love that lasts :)

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  21. Yes, everything could be an illusion, depends how we perceive what happening...but every time we become more clear on what we want to, a new experience always useful....

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