Night Smoke
Incomplete, it rises
only to dissipate
like the griefs we shape,
somehow unnoticed,
beyond reach but felt.
Last night’s moon, the glance.
Forgotten stars, a withheld
kiss, words we never formed.
How difficult to be lost.
So easy to remain unseen.
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“Night Smoke” last appeared here in June 2016.
O at the Edges 
Simply lovely and so appropriate after admiring the gorgeous moon early this morning! Thank you for sharing!
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So pleased it resonated for you. Thank you.
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This was beautiful. This read had a fell lighter than air. It was perfect..
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Thanks very much. I’m not sure why, but I just found your comment in my spam folder.
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Yeah, I have been in everyone’s spam
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How frustrating!
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Yeah, and I have been thinking about upgrading the blog, but I don’t have too much faith in these guys.
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I wish you luck!
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penetrating.
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Thanks, Anthony.
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This is profoundly sad. I wonder how many fellow brothers and sisters all throughout the world feel this to be a truth:
“How difficult to be lost. So easy to remain unseen.”
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I’d guess it is, alas, a common feeling.
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“words we never formed” ? I don’t think this applies to prolific writers like myself. although I feel unseen anyway, despite all the words I formed. Perhaps, they were just never heard or read.
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But surely there are things you’ve meant to say but haven’t? Or that you want to say but can’t quite figure out how to say them? I am in agreement with you regarding the unseen…
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If I die today, I believe I have communicated everything I need to say. Anything more is just a rephrasing of what I have already expressed.
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Ah, that, alas, is not true for me (although I admit to much rephrasing).
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Do you truly want to keep the unsaid as unspoken/unwritten? Shall you enjoy writing with regret when the world has turned itself inside out?
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Oh, no. But the unsaid often takes a while to form and make its way out. Writing is how I uncover the unsaid. I really don’t know how to find it except through questioning, via writing and that process.
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So many of my favourite things in here and it’s just perfect. Those last lines. 😍
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Thanks, Arbie!
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I really like the flow of this
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Thanks very much!
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Very nice…
Specially last 2 lines
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Thank you.
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Great picture and attributes
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Thank you, Victor.
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Thanks,
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🙂
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Feeling a bit of night smoke at the moment, stuck on the side of the road with a flat tyre. I was sending out smoke signals for help. It is dark but my Car Assist Service is on the way. Already 8.45pm, a very late dinner tonight.
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Oh, no! I’m glad your Car Assist was on the way – it can be difficult to decipher smoke signals in the dark. 😬
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Wondrous how these new smoke-phones work, even in the dark and no moon.
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Ha! Wondrous technology!
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Those words continue to haunt. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe.
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Reblogged this on Owl Works – The Scribblings of M.T. Bass.
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Thanks for reblogging!
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❤️
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Thank you, Carrie!
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