smokescreen

Everything goes

Smoke and smoke,
Waterbeds and s'mores,
Everything eventually dissolves,
Into states of nothingness,
Into beds of watery scum,
Men and liars,
Have I known many,
Women and traitors,
Rocked households too many.
Smoke and smoke,
Everything ebbs away,
Sea breeze and snakeskin,
Everything has scales,
Of measure,
Of excess,
Of petulance,
And pestilence.

Take the venereality that comes with smoke,
Bring the fire to baptize me.

Smoke and smoke,
You run amok.

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

I like the idea of everything turning to nothing ... water and smoke(?) and then wishing to be baptised by the fire (that causes the smoke) I am not sure what you mean by 'venereality' . It is not in my dictionary, but I expect you mean it coming from 'venerate' (to hold in deep respect) rather than form 'venereal' (that horrible disease that comes from being intimate!!!!!) But, yes, i liked this poem, especially the play on the words 'smoke' and 'smokescreen', and 'scales' (with its many different meanings)

[Coyote Poetry]

Very nice use of words. You made the reader think.
"Smoke and smoke,
You run amok."
Life is simple. Listen well and trust few people. Thank you Sundara for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Sandara Mani,
"smokescreen"
Your poem is obviously openly shared from what you feel. I reminded myself when reading this that what we are thinking-feeling at any given time can be what comes from us- what we write.
Your lines, "sea breeze and snakeskin, Everything has scales, of measure, of excess, of petulance, and pestilence." The words were very explanatory of the aspect of life which is your area of difficulty of pondering within this piece.
I know that writing is like having a conversation with oneself at times. Troubleshooting so to say.
Well I loved this one.
God Bless you and keep growing and finding answers in your life.
Kathy

[Sundara Mani]

Thanks kathy. Yes you are right.