Smoke

As smoke, let me raise to the skies, from this life where I grew free

From a seed, amongst weed, a small sprout fighting adversity

Growing strong, under feathered song, now roost, a mighty tree

Leafy roof as shade, a blanket laid, over nature's diversity

Taken from the land, by man's hand, a hewn shelter from the storm

dancing Finger flames of light through dark of night, other's limbs to warm

Fire that burns bright, in ephemeral flight into ash transform

with death's last whispered kiss, wisp of smoke dismiss, ashes to new life form 

Reviews

[Tumi]

Very strong imagery, a reassuring poem, filled with strong words while fighting to get higher, the second line of the seed among the weed was nice, down to the last two lines, superb

[Soren]

I thank you so much for your read and most kind words of encouragement they are most appreciated.

[Marie]

From a beautiful tree reaching to the sky, giving oxygen to the air we breath, shade from the heat, a trunk to hug when we visit the wood to burn in somebody's grate to keep them warm in Winter as the tree burns down to ashes, its new life form.
A magnificent picture is painted of the tree and I love the title of the poem, so apt.
Excellent word choice and I also love that each second line rhymes perfectly as in A B A B. Visual detail is stunning and conveys so much about the tree and its sad demise to the reader. Amazing write, dear Soren. Poignant too, yet sadly, in the past we've all bought logs for firing not realising that a tree had to be cut down in order to have the logs. A very insightful poem, eloquently inked. Thank you for sharing, dear friend Soren...

[Soren]

Once again I thank you my friend for the read and kind supportive words. What some see as sad I see as mearly another step in a continuous cycle from life to death to life. I still burn wood without guilt but make sure that for every bit burned a new tree has been planted.

[Marie]

You have a wonderful way of looking at things, dear Soren and as always, I have to agree with you that felling and burning wood is a continuous cycle of life to death to life again. We use oil central heating all the time now in the hope that it helps the environment too. Thank you again for sharing your beautiful, thought provoking poetry, my dear friend. I so enjoy reading it...

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

"death's last whispered kiss..." I really wish i had come up with that. love your work as always. I hope to read more.

[Soren]

I thank you so much for your kind words they are valued and always appreciated