i became the cigarette
just finished
a stub fallen
ash beneath your feet
i can curl my fingers
about yours
wishing to hold on,
yet i cannot
your scalpel tongue
has dissected each
to phalanges bone,
i am lead to a time
when i knew where
my footsteps went,
but with bourbon comfort
exact latitudes can be awry,
loosening grip
wishing yet again to feel
the cushioned curve of lips
on mine,
but that was gifted away,
i am on the obverse of the coin
the side that falls first
not to see the sun rising,
we will not be the lovers
crying to get older,
parted as strays banished
to territories fixed by hearts
and actions of the mind
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Words and images are amazing in this.
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Thank you 🙂
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There is so much to savour here, but I especially enjoyed these lines:
i am lead to a time
when i knew where
my footsteps went,
but with bourbon comfort
exact latitudes can be awry,
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Thank you Tony i always love the way poetry can take you to places of the mind and feeling you do not normally see, all the best
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fantastic first person poem. tangible, tastable. really brilliant.
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Jane again thank you and have a great weekend
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Great opening and the bourbon comfort brings back memories.
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Laurie thank you glad you found some recognition in the piece and was not too painful i enjoyed looking at The Trophy a brilliant poem
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Sharp words. They cut and burn and make me feel each slice of a a love being dismembered.
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Thanks Nara i liked Rope Burns deeply feeling erotic and sensitive to emotion i am glad you stopped by and have followed on Google+
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Lovely though poignant write…I like the coin falling first not to see the rising sun, and the lovers not growing old together ~
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Grace thank you i love the sensation of just writing free posting then going out and seeing others ,Morning Weekends is brilliant i love the way we can express our selves any way enjoy the rest of weekend
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There’s a lot of pain, of a love not realised… I love the opening lines!
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Thank you Dianne i usually try to express in a visual way as i do not have time to paint anymore so use words instead, lovely to see you
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This hurts…the coin always falling your side down…the longing…I’ve learned my mind makes for a beautiful playground when the world tells me I can’t have what I want…I guess that’s where the pen comes in 😉 Really enjoyed this…
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Tash thank you we seem have a similar vibe sometimes and it is great glad you dropped by have a good Sunday all the best
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some really great lines chris…i am on the obverse of the coin
the side that falls first
not to see the sun rising…are just cool description…and the the scalpel tongue slicing away at the fingers….dang….
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Thanks Brian i love the feedback i always take away a lot from it all the best
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oh my…tight images in this…the becoming the cigarette, stub fallen ash beneath her feet..the observe of the coin, the side that falls first…ugh…raw emotions and pain..
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Thanks Claudia i guess some of my poems do come out a bit emotional and raw have been working on quite a few at the moment, and enjoy the rest of weekend
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this is great Chris. I love the overall tone. The word choices are fantastic, the curl of fingers, the scalpel tongue, dissection, phalanges, bourbon comfort. really, really good write. Thanks for sharing tonight
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Thanks Fred i love these dVerse nights a great way to be creative and among some great company all the best
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