Open Poetry #1 |
They Should Invent Smokeless Cigarettes.... |
Alain DeLaCendres Member
since 1999-07-02
Posts 119Ohio |
The smoke from my "stress reliever" plays about my pen then floats up, and up, and up... until it's gone- just like you. Sometimes the white smoke plays tricks with me (or maybe it's just my imagination) and forms little images of you that smile at me-then just disappear. If this keeps up I won't be able to call them "stress relievers" much longer- soon I'll be calling them "reminders". I have to quit......... 2:32am / 7-5-99 ------------------ Tout s'en va, tout passe, l'eau coule, et le couer oublie. |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Very, very clever and imaginative to create a poem from that thought. Nicely done! |
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thursdayschild Member
since 1999-07-01
Posts 169Houston, Tx. |
Love this analogy! It's so true, a lost love is like a cigarette...the burning, then the smoke, and (yuck) ash.... Great poem! |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
Bravo! Loved it! |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Well done Alain. ------------------ Sunshine Words will always express our feelings true. KRJ |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Very unique. I like the possible double meaning with the last line. Nice work. |
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