I smoked the noise away,
Softly at first,
Then a few quick drags,
Heady, the twirling smoke,
Slowly running up my neck...
For much less I have sold my soul,
I won’t haggle now,
Lungs enjoy the tobacco,
The throat coughs in disgust,
Close to my lips,
The cigarette gently burns.
6 comments:
nice poem. I enjoyed the closing lines
Close to my lips,
The cigarette gently burns.
"the finishing touch", you are an expert in finishing poems..
Someone is Special
Hey Dollz, do u hv a non poem blog also? Would really luv 2 read ur work outside ur poems (besides ur book :))
Wasn't that supposed to be anti-smoking, yet loved the flow. :)
Weakest Link
i enjoyed the word flow,lovely imagery:)
@Sairam...thank you,I bet you ahve lit many, hence the appreciation :)
@SISpl, and your expert comments :)
@Hey Raj,well this may sound strange but i really don't have an opinion on any thing most days and poetry is all that flows :)thank you so much for asking though.
@Rachit...yup am totally anti-smoking but haven't you noticed how vices just creep upon us ;)
@Traunima, much like how the smoke travels :) thank you!
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