she was a half lit cigarette
paper peeling back
as all thoughts burned
of family
of friends
of cut glass memories
that painted a mosaic of sorts
all between her two fingers
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Kulsum's Exxon; Corner of Golden and Fifth; Tyler, TX; 5:15PM (outside)
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this is poetry: being able to take a moment and expand upon that moment or visual on a deeper level. i like your style a lot.
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Very nice!
The comparison of the dying cigrette with the woman smoking it sharing the same story makes this poem very nice with the simplicity of words and fine expressions. -
Perfect! With a flare that will never turn to ash and blow away! I love when a poet uses brevity to such standards. You have shared a lifetime in a flashback moment of sorts. The metaphor is grand!
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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Simply so acute ...
in its denotative and connotative excellence.
Love
Myra
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Very poetic thought indeed.How better can someone express sitting thoughtful!
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nice...
al
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i have missed your gas station poems, and now my gullet is full for just a mere moment
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wow. What a metaphor, to think of a person as a cigarette - amazing! And great description and even use of detail in such a short poem. Great brevity. This is beautiful, though I feel it pretty sad.
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Excellent.
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Wonderful!
This is moving to read...
you write of a cigarette but I think of
shards of light.
I like the way the words reflect
on the background!
Jane
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