Cigarettes In The Snow

Written around Christmas time, it's quite simple and basic but still one of my personal favourites. Thanks to Ether Books for picking this poem up for publication.

There’s tinsel on my mirror frame.

I’m looking into my eyes. Frailty,

emptiness- yesterday the same.

I’m blaming you over my history

but when poets talk of nature,

works of art, landscapes, beauty-

what they’re doing, I’m pretty sure-

baby, they’re describing you to me.

So we’ve established one thing,

I just wish I could tell you though.

Outside my window, it's whitening

up, and I’m pretty sure you know.

If God can carry us, here’s my hand,

He can bring you rightward home.

But I’m not making footprints in sand,

I’m lighting cigarettes in the snow.

Reviews

[Elizabeth]

The title grabbed me and your words kept me in it till the end. I am a sucker for a gut punch as the last line and you accomplished that. This has a bit of a beat vibe to it without trying so hard to be hip. The first part is magic. I love anything raw and unpretentious and revealing....and this is all of those. Well done.

[TheJordBaker]

wow, thank you so much. really appreciate it :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i can see why it was published...yes, simple in a way...but leaves us lot to use our imagination to conjure up feelings.

you are art...and i really would like to carry you with me, forward.

but it is up to you to take my hand...

you are beauty, history, all things to me.

but now i smoke cigarettes and wait.
i will not chase you.

i really like the line "im looking into my eyes"

sharp stuff, you are quite a talented writer.

jacob

[TheJordBaker]

thank you very much for this wonderful review, I'm touched.

[Bluefire]

Very beautiful, I love the title and the rhyme flow, perfect for Christmas time. ^^ Well done!

[TheJordBaker]

thank you :)

[Bluefire]

No problem ^^

[Mia]

I love the title. It's the very first title I've loved. It’s poetic in itself! WOW! I'm glad to say that the poem lived up to its title.
"I’m looking into my eyes. Frailty,
emptiness- yesterday the same.
I’m blaming you over my history"
Those are my favourite lines, they are so cleverly worded and just beautiful.
I love the ending.
"But I’m not making footprints in sand,
I’m lighting cigarettes in the snow."
I can picture that, you painted a picture in my mind. Ether Books are no fools! This great! I can tell I'm going to enjoy your poetry and hopefully learn a thing or two!

[TheJordBaker]

wow, thanks again, you're so kind!! :) I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[Kaylor Mason]

I love that last line . . . . almost tempts me to start smoking

[TheJordBaker]

thank you (don't start on my account!! haha)

[New Dawn]

very lyrical poem - loved the last two lines which brought the poem together nicely

[TheJordBaker]

thank you :)

[ewest1220]

Love the last line! Thanks for sharing this man you're very talented!

[TheJordBaker]

thanks man, I really appreciate it.

[afra]

If God can carry us, here’s my hand,
He can bring you rightward home.
But I’m not making footprints in sand,
I’m lighting cigarettes in the snow....this part was my favorite..good job

[TheJordBaker]

thank you

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I like this! Very good poem :)

[TheJordBaker]

thanks :)

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Reads like a song to me. Nice.

[TheJordBaker]

thank you