One Thought

This craving

I fear

cannot be quenched

though I try

to suffocate it

with a clove

that smolders

against my lips

and sends

breath

through open windows

of those

who quickly shut them

to keep parts of me out

while I

tensely inhale

as the craving remains

and you

are somewhere alone

asleep in your bed

not far

but not close

and I wonder

what your

last thought was

before dreams

took control

and where

the moon is

tonight

and where

each car is going

as they pass me on my stoop

and if I should

just go ahead

and have another smoke

though I’m

pissing off

my neighbors

and if

it’s really

worth it

since it’s

not the clove

I’m craving

it’s you.

Reviews

[D. Nelson]

this is a great piece, very simple but descriptive. also made me laugh a bit because my mom always sits and smokes on the porch and we joking call it her stoop. lol!

P.S. you have awesome music on your profile

[Angel's Lady]

This craving I fear cannot be quenched -- PERFECT for cravings are really never quenched. Wonderful write!

[Kaye]

This poem is so quiet and tense at the same time. The image of the narrator sitting on their front stoop trying to smoke away their troubles is so vivid, but at the same time each word feels like it could be taken two different ways.
I like how the structure of your poem makes it look like a wisp of smoke. ^^

[Loribeth215]

I love this... I could smell the cloves... feel the night air... hear the sound of distant traffic. Very nice.