Scent of Smoke

scent of smoke lingers
after the candle is snuffed –
a breeze plays with chimes

~~

Today at dVerse, the challenge was to write “death poems” in the manner of the Japanese Tanka. The idea of the death poem was not to be morbid, but instead, as a gift to those left behind.

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21 thoughts on “Scent of Smoke

  1. Subtle, brief, profound, dark beauty–all there in three carefully crafted lines. My mother died at 39, & the candle by her bed was extinguished with her last breath. There is a scene in CONAN, where his lover is dying; “Kiss me,” she said,” So that I can breathe my last into your mouth.” Always touches me to think of it.

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