Smoke Signals

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I woke to the burning,

smoked letters across wide sky
that only we could decode.

The weight of getting it right,

to know their secrets, before pierced sunlight
deemed them unreadable.

I, just one of many, leaders as mountains
whose waters are running dry.

Heads bare, exposed to weather’s ruling.

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

dVerse Poets Pub – Secrets

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14 thoughts on “Smoke Signals

    1. Thank you Carrie. I also believe that we are all leaders of some kind. I am doing my very best to live with my eyes open, ears open and asking myself “Where can I be of service?” The world needs each of us to bring our best selves forward.

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  1. Hello Ali, 🙂

    Thank you, for sharing this poem. Your poetry is outstanding. Very deeply thought and felt…

    “before pierced sunlight
    deemed them unreadable.”

    Best wishes to you, on behalf of a very many.

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