a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Sunday, December 30, 2012

The Mag 149 Thoughts

Sunday and time for The Mag!

The length of time
From cig to butt
Is short by most standards
Then it’s discarded
In the streets
In the fields
In the gutters
To travel endlessly
Stripped of tobacco
Stripped of identity
It becomes a filter
A filter of nothing
Whose main purpose
For years ahead
Is to simply exist
With all clutter

He waited
He watched
He smoked.

He checked the time
Checked it again
Time ran out.

The length of
Four cigarettes
Decided her fate.

The unfaithful
Took her last breath
As he smoked.


Sandra said...

i like the first one best but the last one shows your talent

LindaG said...

I like the first one best, too.
And it is so true unless you have learned how to field strip it...

Margaret said...

The length of
Four cigarettes
Decided her fate.

So LOVE that!

Tess Kincaid said...

I like the notion of only the filter being left...observant and metaphoric...

Anonymous said...

Oh my goodness, that ending was awesome!

Lynne said...

Again . . . your talent amazes me . . .

Kathe W. said...

yow! Both are fantastic- but the second one has my vote!

Catfish Tales said...

All thoughts are good, IMO. The last one was creepy, though. Was he calculating per ciggie the end of her tryst, her demise?

Wayne Pitchko said...

nicely done...love the ending also...thanks for sharing

Ginny Brannan said...

The first observation--so true. The residuals linger forever.
Really liked the darker spin on the second.
Two really good Magpies!!

Helen said...

Two very different perspectives on the image .... great writing, Gail!

Happy New Year

Sue said...

Back to form on that second one, heehee.

Enjoyed both.
(But I liked the one about your hubby even more.)


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