Ashes left behind

a bit of smoking may be... it's not advisable however...

With every puff

Of the smooth, hot, swirling vortex

Of smoke,

That I set free in this world,

 

To each I give a part of my life,

A part of me that dances in a gentle breeze,

Like a bird learning to fly,

Not knowing where to go,

Seems the most beautiful way to die,

 

To observe beyond humanity,

Beyond human reach,

Places obscure and least significant,

Or lifeless... but what isn’t?

 

And I ride the waves,

Fields of green,

Touch the horizons,

Spread far and wide,

 

It seems to get smaller,

Everything’s burning away real fast,

Might as well laugh it off

Because this might as well be my last...

Reviews

[Corset]

This is so beautiful, smoking is bad it's true, but then so is walking in the middle of the road and getting hit by a moving vehicle, or an asteroid, it reminds me of that movie, remember me, I think it was called and it makes me want to eat my dessert first, love this poem. You are such a brilliant writer.

[Arielle Ann]

kolkata often reminds me of puffs of smoke in the air....but really beautifully you have interpreted the swirl of smoke in your lines...like a bird it soars high finally to disappear into eternity...lovely!

[Adelia Alighieri]

How magnificently you twist words and they have a deeper meaning, a deeper message. Exquisite.

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Loved this!

[Rhea]

good choice of words & a good embedding..nice one!

[Coyote Poetry]

Last line is fact. Never know when it is our last days. Nice description allow reader to feel your thoughts in the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

Excellent .. specially I love the second stanza.

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. stunning poetry ... i love the way your poetic voice is evolving ...

. you sound more and more liberated with time ...

. but as a smoker, i'll just say, it's bad to smoke ... but don't ask me to quit ...