Cigarettes In The SnowA Poem by TheJordBaker
Written around Christmas time, it's quite simple and basic but still one of my personal favourites. Thanks to Ether Books for picking this poem up for publication.
There’s tinsel on my mirror frame.
I’m looking into my eyes. Frailty,
emptiness- yesterday the same.
I’m blaming you over my history
but when poets talk of nature,
works of art, landscapes, beauty-
what they’re doing, I’m pretty sure-
baby, they’re describing you to me.
I just wish I could tell you though.
Outside my window, it's whitening
up, and I’m pretty sure you know.
If God can carry us, here’s my hand,
He can bring you rightward home.
But I’m not making footprints in sand,
I’m lighting cigarettes in the snow.
© 2012 TheJordBaker
Sunderland, United Kingdom
AboutI'm Jordan and I'm 20 years old. I am a poet and recently released my first poetry collection on Kindle (These Waters), as well as having some poetry published in other formats. I have also written s.. more..
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