Slowly
in denial
in supposed calmness
in oblivion
I hurt myself.
This
is what
you have become;
this thin
decieving
cigarette
nestled
in my shaking hand.
in denial
in supposed calmness
in oblivion
I hurt myself.
This
is what
you have become;
this thin
decieving
cigarette
nestled
in my shaking hand.
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beautifully painful. nice work.
ReplyDeletei echo that
ReplyDelete(i'm a non-smoker but substitute some savoury snack - i understand) :)
very nicely put!!
ReplyDeletegreat post. very deep.
Love the contrast between the perceived and reality! Very good Luanne!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful :)
ReplyDeletequickly
ReplyDeletein acknowledgement
in temporary insanity
in a moment of truth
I blow it out
That
isn't what
you have become
That thick
confirming
tar
emmanating
out of my mouth
in the form of a cloud
wonderful
ReplyDeletepainfully
wonderful
This is very strong!
ReplyDeleteIs there any way to stub the cigarette, if not forever, then at least temporarily?
ReplyDeleteIt's a lifelong process, isn't it? Keep the ashtray near. Maybe you won't need it as often as you think.
Beautiful. Very.
ReplyDeletehey
ReplyDeletei like the photo on your profile page
thank you all for your appreciation...
ReplyDeletefloating soul, lorena, floots, pat paulk, marco, blog this, anna, prmod bafna: thank you so much for taking time to write what I've written. I'm really glad you liked it =)
sir barret - your poem is flattering. I like your version more! =)
mermaid - yes, that I will =) Thank you so much.
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ReplyDeleteoops!
ReplyDeleteI accidentally deleted something.
anyways
camera shy - thank you =)
Luanne -Your poem is wonderful and thoughtful. I wanted to make a tribute of some kind. I'm glad you appreciated it. Of course it's not better than yours. My version is just your poem turned inside out.
ReplyDeleteIt was nice of you to visit me too. Thanks.
I like it.
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