There it laid
what remained
of your snuffed out cigar
Just lying there...
Left behind...
Like me...
Like what we had...
Like what it was
When it was us...
The air, stale..
The ashes, coal like
burned out dust
Piled purposely
a sure and sudden demise
There, before my eyes
The ashes of old lovers
To be dumped...
discarded...emptied
rinsed way...
But first, I light it...
Set fire to it's end
inhale, and hold the thick
unforgiving smoke...
Drawing deep
the pungent pleasure...
And exhale...
REALLY a nice pretty poem, Thanks for sharing. Adding to my favorites: -)
Exactly, the ashes of old lovers should be treated the way poetess has opined... wonderful poem.
Left behind... Like me... Like what we had... Like what it was When it was us... unforgiving smoke........ your wounds, and ur decison to let go...... wonderful. tony
Like the ashes of old loves, your poem will remain to haunt your readers, even when we exhale a deep sigh of sadness.10+
One of the wonders of poetry is that the brilliant ones, the immensely well created and deeply felt ones, Never grow old! This one, that you so emotionally and poignantly wrote, won't get old either. Great poem!
This is just brilliant! ! I love the wonderful imagery and how the words just draw one in and live the experience..thank you so much for sharing +10 Lodigiana x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think if I was to compile a poetry book this would be one of the first entries. Great work in the first reading and I may return for a second helping soon.