Curling Smoke

Posted on August 9, 2012 | 7 Comments

Cutting the strings that had bound my heart
Curling up with the smoke as it departs
From the hot embers that refuse to cool
Songs, thoughts, or dreams for a fool

A forgotten memory of the first kiss
Now able to listen to our songs I miss
Thoughts awake and dreams while I sleep
Acceptance comes hard, witnessed when I weep

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7 responses to “Curling Smoke”

Millie Ho | August 9, 2012 at 8:45 PM | Reply

The best thing about smoke is we can see through them. Another great set of words, Michael.

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- booguloo | August 12, 2012 at 12:21 PM | Reply
  
  Thanks Millie.
  
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Bodhirose | August 19, 2012 at 2:45 PM | Reply

This is beautiful, Michael…sad, but necessary to let go of the past… it sure can be difficult though.

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- booguloo | August 24, 2012 at 10:59 PM | Reply
  
  I think we all have one that our tears waters the memories.
  
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cookie200007 | August 29, 2012 at 9:42 AM | Reply

The last line, was just amazing, acceptance, I agree–is difficult for me probably the one thing that can set us free.

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- booguloo | August 30, 2012 at 1:57 PM | Reply
  
  Thanks again.
  
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- booguloo | August 30, 2012 at 7:37 PM | Reply
  
  Now I have to learn that acceptance doesn’t have to mean compromise…12 stepping on the road… Smile
  
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