When you light a fire
You create smoke
It’s a mask, a smoke screen
Hiding the real devastation taking place
You can’t see that devastation
Until the fire has stopped raging
The smoke all but gone
Then you see the damage she has created
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Smoke makes many a disaster possible. Like the illusions we hid behind before we face the truth.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I think the illusions of smoke are what get us through the day. Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me that lies are a smoke screen to stand behind. When the truth is revealed, it can be quite devastating.
ReplyDeletePotent, and very true, words.
ReplyDeleteSmoke can hide the damage fire causes.
ReplyDeletePowerful words.
ReplyDeletethis is so very true.
ReplyDeleteI see where there is going but I can help thinking it is too literal. And little isn't a bad thing except when the intent is to be figurative. Thanks for the read.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gaffe. I meant, literal not little. arggg!
ReplyDeleteHow true.
ReplyDeleteNice poem... and you provoked a lot of interesting comments with your thoughts which is always wonderful.
ReplyDelete..a wonderful write up that brings to mind the equally wonderful stories of the folklore of the maori & the aboriginal tribes of newzealand & australia regarding fire and smoke..thank u for sharing it ..
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