It's like a wisp of smoke Whispered feelings feeding into each breathe With every inhale, your soul is clearer With every exhale, the end is nearer
You're like a wisp of smoke Appearing so suddenly But in the blink of a blink, you've become a spiritual casualty
I'm like a wisp of smoke
Enticing to your cranium A match to spark your sentiments Then I'm flicked into oblivion Like a wisp of smoke I mean it when say I love you Until those words become the cracks in the cement I fall through
Cigarettes and love. Old days were a complete pair. Nice to share a cigarette with a woman in a warm bed. I like your use of words. Create good place, thoughts and vision. Nice closure to the excellent poetry.
Coyote
You've worked the smoke metaphor to perfection, especially in that first stanza with the 'inhale' and 'exhale' images, which are vivid and unique, and you even managed to work in a clever rhyme :) Painfully bittersweet in mood, which also make smoke the perfect candidate for love's fleeting nature...awesome work, I enjoyed and related to this one very much :)
An excellent, unuusal poem that I like,you move away from emotions with fine observations, or to put it a lot better, you transport emotion with a original extended metaphor that fits and fits..great job.