Your Stawberry Smoke

A poem!

 

 

Your strawberry smoke has nowhere to go now

But down

Amongst the thinly spun rows

It pushes

 

Take your fingers from my eyelids

A while

Between the solemn silences you will

Simply listen

 

This will be difficult forever

But dissolve

Amongst the deeply layered webs and

Awkward acceptance

 

I was handed your life in a brown paper bag

Not enough

Taped up glasses and the smell of leather

And your strawberry smoke cigarettes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Crazy Cat Man]

:) I am becoming a fan of your work.... great imagery

[Li Li]

This has a mysterious sense of meaning. You lack clarity, but the poetic metaphor is powerful. I commend the depth you took this one. I could see playfulness, but so much digression.

You have a good way with words. I hope you continue to follow this passion.

Bless!

[Legion]

I've read this several times and I have to say I get the sense of closure. Not sure if that is what you meant, but it is what I see in it. It is wonderfully written. Leaves me feel like I am above it all and watching what has happened. Sort of like the smoke I suppose. Good write.