Sunday, August 07, 2005

Moving cordially,
free of smoke,
I laugh of
what life is,
as I move across
the room.

To fainting thought,
I understand.

8 comments:

Free Spirit said...

I like your simplicity that speaks volumes.

We can sometimes only attain clarity after the smoke clears and we seek to grasp that which we seek with mental tendrils.

Anonymous Poet said...

Interesting stream-of-conscience narrative.

Is "free of smoke" literal? Or figurative? I tend to lean toward figurative when I read this piece.

The last two lines are a prayer to yourself?

gulnaz said...

I laugh of
what life is,
as I move across
the room.

it seems that you moved across a lifetime there and not just across the room.

paddy said...

wow, maybe i do understand what you were thinking..

Anonymous Poet said...

Epiphany!

iamnasra said...

these are the line which i loved

I laugh of
what life is,
as I move across
the room.

iamnasra said...

these are the line which i loved

I laugh of
what life is,
as I move across
the room.

iamnasra said...

these are the line which i loved

I laugh of
what life is,
as I move across
the room.