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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Went through a bunch of your writes, read them all, so I guess I am starting over. Valentine

Posted 1 Year Ago


Paul Bell

1 Year Ago

You'll need to slow down Kathie.
What a unique perspective on love and loss. I especially like the way you capitalized the beginning of each sentence but used no punctuation so that the words seem to hang in the air a moment longer then one expects. The imagery here is superb and there's a mellow dramatic tone to this piece that emphasizes a certain over looked quality of romance that people often misrepresent as malaise. Very interesting use of form and diction; overall well done.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Paul Bell

1 Year Ago

Thanks Winslow Des Totes. I need your name.
No matter how silvered the linings are we most strive to be master of our actions and not our actions master us. Smoke can be uniquely undescribable at some time----satisfying the feelings that come side by side. But where does it go at draw time?
...if i'm to choose a title for this it'll be "Life like Smoke"

- Homason

Posted 1 Year Ago


Paul Bell

1 Year Ago

I suppose in a way, it's all smoke.
Homason

1 Year Ago

Exactly...
I enjoyed your use of metaphor in this well written poem. The last line is perfection.

Julie

Posted 1 Year Ago


Paul Bell

1 Year Ago

Thanks Julie. Glad you stopped by.
' better to have loved and lost, than never loved at all ' Tennyson me thinks ?

Love the pathos in this short but emotive write, kudos Paul !



Posted 1 Year Ago


Paul Bell

1 Year Ago

Thanks Tom.
Striking imagery and the last line sublime.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Paul Bell

1 Year Ago

Thanks Moon.
This feels like a surreal painting coming alive in the magic of this moving smoke. It seemed to shift effortlessly through the real and imagined places of the mind.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Paul Bell

1 Year Ago

Thanks C fromen.
Lovely work Paul, brilliant imagery but the last line may have a typo but that could be me, everyone has a silver lining instead of everyone a silver lining. all the same Class act!

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

11 Months Ago

Now I know where all my review comments are going!!!!! of late barely a trickle and yours too Gee, w.. read more
andrew mitchell

11 Months Ago

Talk about when 8 bells toll!!
Gee

11 Months Ago

I’ll dig out “ A mother’s passing” somebody looked at that !!!
The heart has a knack of not letting go and such things always bring nostalgia expected or unexpected, I like this...nicely done...

Posted 1 Year Ago


Paul Bell

1 Year Ago

Thanks Poppy. That's a great name.

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