Love Smoke

I draw you in
Five rings of smoke appear like magic 
Your face on every one 
Christ how romantic am I
Maybe drink a JD  in your honour
It's amazing how little things bring you to me
The phone comes alive halfway through your honour 
Your soft sexy voice sends a tingle down my spine 
You say it's over 
Well, that was out of the blue 
I draw you in 
The sign on the packet
Smoking can damage your health and eventually kill you 
So profound 
I check the bottle of JD
No warning on that
You disappear into the clouds
Every one a silver lining.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime JD, our only safe friend.
"I check the bottle of JD
No warning on that
You disappear into the clouds
Every one a silver lining."
I liked the complete poem and I enjoyed the above lines. Realistic place to know. Thank you Paul for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Paul Bell]

JD solves all of lives problems.

[Coyote Poetry]

JD can and I did like the poem.

[The Seeker of Thoughts]

Let us be honest. Life, can really suck. Yet, in those moments where life seems utterly pointless. That is where we grow the most. In our heartbreaks we must remain strong. Everything bad has a good. Just gotta look for it. Thank you for the wonderful writing.

[Paul Bell]

Yip, love is around every corner.

[Brent]

Your poem points out that there is a silver lining to every heartbreak. Even with such pain, at least we are alive and able to experience the ups and downs of life.

I like the repeated line "I draw you in" to describe how love can consume us in times of elation and in depression. Like smoking, love can be addictive and even fatal. Best to move on to greener pastures!

[Paul Bell]

Definitely Brent. Always something new around the corner.

[AYVID N]

Please post some new writing. I come looking often.

[Paul Bell]

Read the Pony. It's new.

[Vria P Crow]

Love Smoke is amazing. As to your previous review on of my poems, I write music. All of my work is meant to be heard. I sang this beautiful poem with musical notes. I shall share if interested. I love how real you are.

[Paul Bell]

You go for it. I love music.

[Vria P Crow]

As do I. And thank you for sharing this with us. It does not surprise me that there were so many reviews on it. I never look at that part but it is in my face. Anyways, have a splendid day.

Vria

[Ah'sunaM]

well said... and enjoy reading your writings.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Paul ... a lovely view of silver linings...
romantic overtures in Smokey rings of rapture.
Your poetry has a way of creating music of the heart. truly, Pat

[Paul Bell]

Thanks Patricia. Where have you been hiding.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Paul... hiding from the thunder and the lightening ... happy to be safe... The world is unfolding in spite of the plans of parliament. Have you read the writing, Deserata ? That is how I think and live... truly, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Correction: Desiderata... a writing worth living by... thank goodness for "Google".

[Patricia Wedel]

There is a flower called Prairie smoke...
exquisitely created... just a thimble of spring wishes.. and smoky illusions... Amen

[Paul Bell]

Where you been, Patricia. Is the prairie smoke the one that rolls about the desert till it rains, and then it roots.

[Patricia Wedel]

I first saw Prairie smoke in Birds and Blooms... so delicately portrayed. I googled it and saw more photos. We all roll about the desert 🌵 until we experience life... then we take root and bloom... my poetic friend. truly, Pat

[Paul Bell]

I just roll about the streets. lol

[Patricia Wedel]

I roll with laughter ... be Cool 😎

[Beccy]

Like to poem itself, the title perfectly defines what love is and what it can do to you.

There never is one last cigarette is there; and least, not until it's too late.

Very much enjoyed this.

Beccy.

[Paul Bell]

Thanks Beccy. You been taking a break.

[Beccy]

Yes, gone back to the grind of work after a long, lazy decade of just being a mum. I've written the odd ode and will post again fairly soon.