Thursday, October 12, 2017

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Poem: The Way of Overlords



Quote of the day: 

In the light, we read the inventions of others; in the darkness we invent our own stories. 
-Alberto Manguel





How sweet the morning air is
Like the lovely scent of cut grass
Furnishing pleasure to the soul
Amid the chaos and rush of bodies

I soon became lost
In white clouds of smoke
And just for a cursory moment
It was all deathly quiet

Time stood still
I envisaged utopia
Fond memories became unfastened
Like a thread holding a fabric together
Songs that I hummed
Races that I ran
A rush of blood to the head
Blue shadowy ghosts cradle
Sun kissed and love-drunk

The clouds disapeared
Taking with them paradise and reality
Alas the white smoke was man made
I watched it all disband
As an overlord glided down the street
Long brown coat flapping in the wind
E-cigarette in hand
Vaping to his heart's desire
I could see his next victim
Ensnared in a trail of billowing smoke


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This is written in narrative form and explores vaping and its after effects -usually a ball of smoke left by brash individuals self-righteously gliding away from their creation. The poem is also a recollection of moments, time and place, purpose, pleasure and emotions. Again, it is open to different interpretations. 



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29 comments:

  1. Fascinating imagery. Took me many other places before the end. Smokeless cigarettes, hah!

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    1. Mitchell, the image is quite interesting and caught my eye too. Greetings!

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  2. The poem really suited my late night mood as I read it. I love seeing the train walkers along the streets, billowing out their clouds of vapour steam.

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    1. Andrew, I'm glad it suited you very well. And don't get me started on the train walkers! Many thanks.

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  3. I love it! The creativity just billows like the white smoke itself and takes the reader along with it. Bravo! Deserves a much larger audience than just here. I hope you take it elsewhere too. There are many contests open at Poets & Writers.

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    1. Carol, I really appreciate your kind comment, I always shy away from contests but perhaps my perspective needs changing. Thank you for visiting!

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  4. Great job, B. I love the part about memories especially!

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  5. I love this poem! You are great at making images stand out in your poems. I can image this man in the coat...:) Hugs-Erika

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  6. I can see it. Life is changing, isn't it?

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  7. Oh I wished I could set my mind wandering off like that on the way to work!

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  8. Wonderful descriptiveness and not at all the outcome I was expecting as I began the poem. I know vaping has become popular, but I've had little personal contact with it.

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  9. I was floating along in your Utopia until we crashed back to the vaping beast. Wonderful imagery.

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  10. his next victim...chilling!

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  11. Very descriptive poem, I think pointing out the suggestion of searching out it's next victim is more real than people believe right now.

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  12. Lingering there with the next in the balance. Oh what an act.

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  13. Gorgeous words and amazing vocabulary, as always!

    xoxox,
    CC

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  14. Gorgeous poem!! Have a great day!! Big hugs :)

    Lisa
    A Mermaid's Crafts

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  15. Sweet morning air tainted . . . There is evil in this world, but the good has already overcome.
    Thank you for this beautiful, thoughtful poem, my friend.
    Blessings!

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  16. Wonderful mood piece. Well done.

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  17. Lovely words to go with the striking image.

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  18. A very nice descriptive piece that takes you along and then ends brings you back to reality. The image is outstanding and works well with your words. I like this a lot. Nice one B.

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  19. Some great lines here. Sun kissed and love drunk!

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  20. Vamping turned vampire, to me at least *grin* a false illusion, false promises, tainted with poison, by their fellow man, used to destroy vanity, deserving of the punishment.

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  21. Incroyable image B, so perfect to accompany your words. Were you perhaps a smoker, still tempted now and then when passing someone trying in this way to also give up?

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  22. What a beautiful poem, Blogoratti! Greetings, my friend.

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  23. How interesting. At first all seemed well and happy, then the smoke and I thought it might be a battle ground and the memories of a soldier flying through his head in the midst of combat. I wonder why those e-cigarettes seem to blow out even more smoke that cigaretts themselves? We often see smoke curling from open car windows as we wait at traffic lights:)

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