How Sweet it is to Feel

How sweet it is to feel

The tobacco burning my lungs

The crisp air tightening the skin around my bones

The hard concrete under my curled toes

The sky crushing me on all sides

The stars singe my hair

The sun at my feet

I spin in my glass bulb around

And around

But oh how sweet it is to feel

I can read this landscape

I am a part of it

It pulls me in close

Polaris in front solaris in back

My world directs me

I am a part of it

How sweet it is to feel

Reviews

[Alfonso Espada]

A well-written imagery-rich celebration of the joy of being alive.
Loved the Solaris/ Polaris part especially.
Thanks for sharing.

[W R Stowe]

I smoked for years but gave them up but reaped COPD from my choice made to do it people do not enjoy a cigarette they are addicted to them nothing cool about it they stink up your clothes and car and they say second hand smoke is more dangerous so be thoughtful while around non smokers please

[Kerberos]

This poem is not about smoking. Please be thoughtful when treading on my thoughts

[W R Stowe]

I'm sorry forgive my misguided thoughts

[ANTO]

I never smoked. I noticed how chilled my work colleagues return to work after a smoke break and I often felt I should have liked to experience that calmness but thats quite a price to pay.
I saw the sky crushing as the slowly closing branches of the lungs as tar envelopes them and breathing becomes more difficult. Great descriptive write Kerberos.

[~]

I don't smoke, but i can feel the intensity of the write with you. :D

[Rochelle Delaine]

Some things I didn't think about, like the smoking. When your lungs are filled with smoke. The sky has different sides. I didn't think of the sky as something that could crush me.

[emily joe]

Ahhhh I love this. Smoking is one of my favorite experiences. Nice job, you captured this quite well.

[Arcos]

Wonderful imagery and use of diction. The line I enjoyed in particular was, "Polaris in front of solaris in back." Good work.