Smoke

Smoke

A Poem by Frieda P

I recall a time when I knew
    what it meant to breathe
natural inhale,  exhale of life
scented with the essence of posies,
then your smoke clouded my world
constricting/blackening/poisoning
my heart collapsed as if by nicotine
why is there no patch for love

© 2013 Frieda P


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This is just aching in nostalgia, your emphasis on "natural inhale" highlights to us that there are unnatural breaths for you too. Addiction can be mended, unfortunately even time cannot fully heal a wounded heart.. This is so powerful Frieda. So beautiful.. Well done

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Love your comments here Willow, thanks so much.



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Good one, left me to ponder.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Always happy if one is left to ponder, thanks Mauricio.
Whoever invents that patch will be a billionaire. Withdrawal and cravings suck.... :-/

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Frieda P

11 Years Ago

Let's get crackin so ;-) Thanks RED...

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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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