Cigarette

In a softly lit cigarette,
with half an ash on the side,
stands the smoking mess;
The shades of yea and no.
I quit. I drool and glare.

Doorways open. Shut them.
There is no air out there.
Only a glowing gold statue
of the smoke, too scared.
I find that tomorrow
depends allot on today.

I'm out of touch, reborn.
With a song (who sings it?)
A ring, it is multiplying.
It is going and coming.
Once it was new, not now.
It was, and now, it is.

You are there. I see you.
In a bed lightly made.
There stood my essence.
Sitting down, it recreated
and still I am saved.
I quit. I drool and glare.
(What of it?)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong description gave life to the poem. I could see the cigarette and feel the emotion in the poem. Each set of line adding to the story. I like the way you ended this excellent poem.
Coyote

[Mary Fioratti]

I liked the way you described a cigarrette at the beginning of your poem. And then, "the shades of yea and no"... this is the fight, I had so many times... I do not smoke now, but I did it before. So beautiful the "music" of this poem, the rythm, and the way you compared this addiction. Really, a good poem!
*Mary*

[RainQueen]

This is absolutely brilliant. You subtly, sweetly guided the reader from the feeling of breaking the addiction to nicotine to breaking another kind of addiction altogether...Masterfully done.

[Everett DeValle]

Wow, reminds me of my own demons with smoking...effin great write here.

[MAC]

brilliant write....masterfully constructed.

[Mary C]

Wonderful poetry, splendid imagery.

[Groovy]

Wonderful . What a nice write.

[Ruth]

Such a brilliant metaphor! This is utterly brilliant! One thing that strikes me about your work is the fact the obvious bleeds into the unobvious, cleverly so! I adore your poetry! xoxo

[Thea]

Very interesting...You've expressed such thing brilliantly in this piece...
Well done... :)))