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
*
Written for the Mag #282.
The world as we perceives it can change in an instant.. a word can be a puff of smoke.
ReplyDeleteNice thoughtful, introspective poerm; well done.
ReplyDeleteI like this very much! Words so true.
ReplyDeleteLovely take on the prompt
ReplyDeleteGood question! The feeling of helplessness is felt when news of a loss is received! Very true Natasa!!
ReplyDeleteHank
Nice tie of the smoke to the leaving,
ReplyDeletehow it can fill a room - leaving everything smelling of its passing
and everything changes, for sure.
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.
ReplyDeleteWow!! Such a wise & insightful poem.
ReplyDeleteOh this is fabulous Nataša especially your question at the end...maybe an illusion of quickness.
ReplyDeleteYes, in a puff of smoke everything can change. An evocative poem...Natasa. Always nice to see you.
ReplyDeleteIntrospective... nicely done.
ReplyDeleteVery true! Through their actions some people just blow smoke. Once the smoke dissolves, we realize there was nothing behind that cloud.
ReplyDeleteThe mind trying to find the logic in it...ouch....that is the roughest part because where is the logic in loss?
ReplyDeletesometimes it's hard to let go of a loss, and it's like grasping a puff of smoke. very thoughtful piece of work, Natasa.
ReplyDeleteso evocative..."....loss can do the same thing / turns the colours into hazy tones"..i can relate to this...
ReplyDeleteWhen a piece of us is ripped by the loss of one we love the world changes, indeed...
ReplyDeleteThe haze of loss, a great topic and a great poem.
ReplyDeleteAn awesome piece - nicely drawn and tightly structured. The puff of smoke opening that dissolves into illusion is inspired. Great writing!
ReplyDeleteVery 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.
ReplyDeleteIs 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!
ReplyDeleteYes, 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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