Smoke Signals Comments

How can you possibly see in the distance the stream over my face.... This describes so well the distance between lovers, even in the midst of closeness... bringing out tears of loss. Yet the signs of love are present; why can't you feel them? Smoke Signals How can I possibly know from this distance if you have ever shed a tear for me when I withhold my words from you in frustrated contempt that its all I have to offer or deny. These little attempts of mine to make you break then run to find me. These smoke signals. I am burning the flesh of my body that you might see the clouds and interpret my soul, messages in the wind, within unspoken for you. How can you possibly see in the distance the stream over my face when you speak those impossibly tender words and cradle my broken places drawing out the pain and lulling it away. It was hidden so well inside I, the one who hides. And even after the 47th time I am still surprised when you say I love you. Tara Crown

Some wonderful imagery. The smoke signals, 'burning the flesh of my body', unspoken words creates a tense atmosphere of smoldering resentment (and definitely a need for a better form of communication!) -chuck

Great poem. I like the thought of 'cradling my broken places.'