Love Smoke

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.

Reviews

[Devra Keokongchack]

reminiscent of reading that first "paul bell" ringing.
great piece!

[Paul Bell]

I should be in it.

[Pete]

everything bad for us. pick your poison. the vices - women, smoke & drink. if those smoke rings could only talk. clever and captivating. enjoyed this.

[Paul Bell]

Sadly these days, The smoke rings would be vapour.
What the hell happened to the world. lol

[Pete]

better to keep running even if only on fumes. world went to Hell in a handbag i guess. :)

[Omikron]

I was blown away by the calm and mysterious sentiment suddenly crushed by "Well, that was out of the blue", it made me literally laugh out loud. I love these kinds of poems, it's dark, but on a whole different level. It's psychotic, it depicts the moment when a heart truly breaks, where life is no longer a howling beast but an ugly snowglobe on the fireplace, that just sits there, mocking you.

Needless to say, great poem, one of my best reads today.

// O

[Paul Bell]

Thanks. He does sort of live in the moment.

[Great Aunt Astri]

People seek consolation in many different ways.. I too see pictures in smoke rings

[Paul Bell]

It's amazing what you can do with smoke rings.
Don't do it children.

[Great Aunt Astri]

People seek consolation in many different was. I too see pictures in the smoke rings!!!

[DIVYA]

This is deep...I have always felt that addictions of any kind leave very little scope for true grieving for loss in love and relationships. Everything else becomes an excuse to turn to the fix. This poem clinched my belief.

You have a great way with words.

[Paul Bell]

I think the drink consoles for a time. Though he is a masochist.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Interesting trot through emotions shifted by someone else's decision you are powerless to prevent, and thus one simply has to accept it. The JD (not my choice of tipple!) helps of course. Nice expressive free verse packed with quiet reflection.

[Paul Bell]

I suppose any tipple would do it. I just like the initials of JD.

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

I do not smoke and I hate smokers... but this piece sounds romantic as the smoke used its magic to bring one closer to you (at least in imagination). But like any other story, imagination is just imagination, like a bubble that pops.
Great stuff!

[Paul Bell]

Sure is Dhaye. That's why we write.

[Tazeen Ahmed]

Wonderful imageries!
Love the structure and style!

[Paul Bell]

Thanks Tazeen

[Ken Simm.]

This I find to be smoky and late night jazzy. Just the way I want to feel. Excellent stuff.

[Paul Bell]

Thanks Ken.