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

Wednesday, April 17, 2013


The smoke rose lazily
Entwining with more above
Almost sensually
To lay on the ceiling

Eyes held eyes hands held butts
Smoking was romantic
Bogie, Bronson, Marvin
held lighters and romance

All gone cigarettes kill
No one says, "Play it a-
gain, Sam" anymore. Farewell
to legends

Is there a triple dactyl? Trying my hand with a different poetry style at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.


Country Gal said...

Well done ! I liked it ! Have a good evening !

LindaG said...

I enjoyed it, too. Thank you!

Lynne said...

I "got" this . . . very good indeed!

Sandra said...

love the line hands held butts... in all the old movies, male and females were always lighting cigarettes. the still do it in some movies. i can see the smoke at the ceiling by your description

Dip-Dip and the Bridge said...

You have a real talent for poetry.
Lynne x

Pat said...

It's true. Watching those old movies makes one want to smoke. And own a lighter. And not a simple BIC. I am talking the kind that has a top that clicks open and shut. This was very nice! And visual!

Sue said...

This was a fun change-up for you. It's fun to try another style now and then, isn't it?


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