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
Fascinating imagery. Took me many other places before the end. Smokeless cigarettes, hah!
ReplyDeleteMitchell, the image is quite interesting and caught my eye too. Greetings!
DeleteThe 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.
ReplyDeleteAndrew, I'm glad it suited you very well. And don't get me started on the train walkers! Many thanks.
DeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteCarol, I really appreciate your kind comment, I always shy away from contests but perhaps my perspective needs changing. Thank you for visiting!
DeleteGreat job, B. I love the part about memories especially!
ReplyDeleteI love this poem! You are great at making images stand out in your poems. I can image this man in the coat...:) Hugs-Erika
ReplyDeleteI can see it. Life is changing, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteOh I wished I could set my mind wandering off like that on the way to work!
ReplyDeleteWonderful 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.
ReplyDeleteI was floating along in your Utopia until we crashed back to the vaping beast. Wonderful imagery.
ReplyDeletehis next victim...chilling!
ReplyDeleteVery descriptive poem, I think pointing out the suggestion of searching out it's next victim is more real than people believe right now.
ReplyDeleteGreat post!
ReplyDeleteLingering there with the next in the balance. Oh what an act.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous words and amazing vocabulary, as always!
ReplyDeletexoxox,
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Gorgeous poem!! Have a great day!! Big hugs :)
ReplyDeleteLisa
A Mermaid's Crafts
Sweet morning air tainted . . . There is evil in this world, but the good has already overcome.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this beautiful, thoughtful poem, my friend.
Blessings!
Wonderful mood piece. Well done.
ReplyDeleteLovely words to go with the striking image.
ReplyDeleteA 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.
ReplyDelete...wonderful quote!
ReplyDeleteSome great lines here. Sun kissed and love drunk!
ReplyDeleteVamping 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.
ReplyDeleteIncroyable 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?
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem, Blogoratti! Greetings, my friend.
ReplyDeleteHow 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:)
ReplyDeleteSun kissed and love drunk!
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