One More Cigarette, Honey?

One More Cigarette, Honey?

A Poem by Kathryn
"

I'm beginning to wonder if I believe in people because I have a heart of gold or because I am so full of stupidity.

"

Struck matches ignite quickly,

And then burn brightly in your hand until you

Blow them out

And watch a stream of smoke

Curl into a smirk in the air.

You and I were like a book of matches.

Every converstation was a flame

I hungered for

And every disappointment

A means to blow it out.

An inferno can be a beautiful thing, but

I should have known better than to

Play with fire.

Now all I'm left with is a few charred matches,

A few burnt fingers,

And a pile of soot

That I'd rather sweep under the carpet

Like in a Mary Poppins movie.

I use my last match to light a cigarette

And I inhale the sweet air,

Tasting a hint of failure.

My lungs fill with smoke

And somewhere in my exhale

I become a cynic.

© 2009 Kathryn


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Wonderfully put, very powerful ending that went straight for my chest. You put my general feeling of smoking a cigarette into words that echo truth.

'' I use my last match to light a cigarette

And I inhale the sweet air,

Tasting a hint of failure.

My lungs fill with smoke

And somewhere in my exhale

I become a cynic. ''


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Oh! This is fantastic. My buddy Dave told me to read your stuff and he was right. I love it. Great title, Great flow and the content along with the execution is brilliant. The last three bold lines are amazing. I will be reading much more.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Awesome! I'm so glad you found me so that I could read your stuff. This is wonderful. The image, the metaphors, the connections, all amazing. Well done, darlin

Posted 15 Years Ago


Potent poem, the cynicism of the reality was tangible with the way you portrayed it. It fit reality quite well, the way things seem easy and wonderful until they get a bit bigger, an inferno, like you mentioned. One of the reasons I tend to like to keep my distance from people, better to not play with fire, I prefer being the fireman. :P Thank you for referring this poem to me, it was an awesome read.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Well done and written. Hats off!

Posted 15 Years Ago


Wonderfully put, very powerful ending that went straight for my chest. You put my general feeling of smoking a cigarette into words that echo truth.

'' I use my last match to light a cigarette

And I inhale the sweet air,

Tasting a hint of failure.

My lungs fill with smoke

And somewhere in my exhale

I become a cynic. ''


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nostalgic and quite a memorable........Now I want a smoke...LOL
Great write!!! Thanks for sharing.
One thing I need to ask.....?
Why did you put...." I'm beginning to wonder if I believe in people because I have a heart of gold or because I am so full of stupidity."

Just wondering.....smiles

Kelley

Posted 15 Years Ago


Not sure if it was intentional, but I like the allusion to smoking being equivalent to a soul 'cleansing'.

Sort of how I view the habit.

With that said, cynicism is the spice of life. Good piece.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Chapel Hill, NC



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