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Smoke
by Janet Scott McDaniel
Under a deep blue veil
the night air is cool
and still.
Stars wink in the heavens;
wind’s breath rustles dry leaves.
A shadowy column drifts upward
~ smoke ~
curling from a red ember
held in fingers strong with conviction.
Dark whispers a quiet hush
to blot out the insanity,
letting reality steal a few tortured breaths.
Memories drift in translucent wisps,
their scent lingering as seconds,
then minutes, pass;
a heavy sigh the only sound.
Thinking
always
thinking
Leaning into a light
that paled the sun;
painting with watercolors
in the rain;
two lives
washed to white.
Red ember flares anew,
sending twisting swirls
rising into the beyond;
truth
carried to the stars;
to be remembered only in darkness
beneath the silent gaze of the moon.
Smoke
by Janet Scott McDaniel
Under a deep blue veil
the night air is cool
and still.
Stars wink in the heavens;
wind’s breath rustles dry leaves.
A shadowy column drifts upward
~ smoke ~
curling from a red ember
held in fingers strong with conviction.
Dark whispers a quiet hush
to blot out the insanity,
letting reality steal a few tortured breaths.
Memories drift in translucent wisps,
their scent lingering as seconds,
then minutes, pass;
a heavy sigh the only sound.
Thinking
always
thinking
Leaning into a light
that paled the sun;
painting with watercolors
in the rain;
two lives
washed to white.
Red ember flares anew,
sending twisting swirls
rising into the beyond;
truth
carried to the stars;
to be remembered only in darkness
beneath the silent gaze of the moon.
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