Love Smoke

Love Smoke

A Poem by Paul Bell


I draw you in
Five rings of smoke appear like magic 
Your face on every one 
Christ how romantic am I
Maybe drink a JD  in your honour
It's amazing how little things bring you to me
The phone comes alive halfway through your honour 
Your soft sexy voice sends a tingle down my spine 
You say it's over 
Well, that was out of the blue 
I draw you in 
The sign on the packet
Smoking can damage your health and eventually kill you 
So profound 
I check the bottle of JD
No warning on that
You disappear into the clouds
Every one a silver lining.

© 2016 Paul Bell



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Wow, I enjoyed this very much. One can read so much into it, and yet every word evokes imagery that paints a picture. I think my favorite lines were: 'Smoking can damage your health and eventually kill you...so profound...I check the bottle of JD...No warning on that. How many times have we all been there, or someplace very similar. I could almost picture myself there with you, leaning back in the chair, a glass of JD in one hand and a cigarette in the other, watching the smoke rising. Great poem. Thank you for the post.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Paul Bell

1 Year Ago

I'm seeing you heading to the supermarket now.
Smoke! So seductive and overpowering. So damn good with a coffee or glass of wine. So much like the addiction of love, then someone goes 'cold turkey'. Good write.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Paul Bell

1 Year Ago

Thanks Ted
A very smartly crafted write, Paul !
I loved the verse "everyone a silver lining".
The similarities you have brought are interesting and they do exist in the love you are speaking about. Love can become sometimes addictive.
Thanks for sharing. Keep writing.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Paul Bell

1 Year Ago

Thanks Bala
I really enjoyed this write, nicely expressed

Posted 1 Year Ago


Paul Bell

1 Year Ago

Thanks Blankspace
this is a great story,wonder how many people have lived this

Posted 1 Year Ago


Paul Bell

1 Year Ago

Quite a few me thinks.
different ways to loves discovery Paul; and different approaches to writing a love poem.
The way my dad use to blow smoke rings for me when I was a child, I grew up thinking that smoke
was an invention. His invention. But smoke, as you have suggested, is just the byproduct
of the smoldering of life's travails / Love will do that to you..

beautifully written..dana

Posted 1 Year Ago


Paul Bell

1 Year Ago

Could you imagine if your dad blew smoke rings today. You can just see the social workers walking up.. read more
I love the parallels you're drawing between substances that are bad for us, along with apparent bad tidings from the narrator's beloved. Way back in my younger days, I didn't like cigarette smoke, but becuz it was intrinsically connected to many romantic encounters, I loved smelling it when kissing one or two of my ex's . . . same thing with beer, which I always hated, but it brought back lustful memories . . . so I totally get this connection you're describing! *smile*

Posted 1 Year Ago


Paul Bell

1 Year Ago

Smoke and beer, reminds me of my ex's from yesteryear.
Glad it brought it all back.
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I love the addictive emotion in this raw, highly relatable gem :) Excellent!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Paul Bell

1 Year Ago

Thanks Lynn.
It would be nice if everyone had a silver lining. Sadly that is not the case for many people. Valentine

Posted 1 Year Ago


Paul Bell

1 Year Ago

Afraid not Valentine.

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