I smelled smoke on your gray jacket and tasted the stale gun powder in our kiss; you covered my cough with ash coated hands.
We drank champagne on our childhood bridge, where the moon deserted us; but I alone, fell asleep to the embrace of December.
Before the house burned down, I counted stars with blind eyes after you promised me a mere illusion.
A last breeze dusted the smoke rings from our beautiful mirage, but I held on stained postcards and old cigarettes.
Like daisy petals, I scattered ashes on an unnamed tombstone; here I performed the eulogy you helped me compose last summer.
Author notes
Prompt:
I don't know how many times
I can loan him my cigarettes
when I don't even know
if he's alive.
--"This is Nowhere" by The Airborne Toxic Event
A contest entry
- cigarettes;; PIF by Not-The-Sun.
900 points, ended November 17, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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woww; every short piece of prose is astounding. a collection of astounding lines creates a phenomenal poem.
thank you for writing something phenomenal for my contest
i cant tell you enough how much this piece intrigued me!
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distinct style
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Neat,
a neat interpretation of the prompt. Each stanza/paragraph could stand alone, but this works a a write to make one think.
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so very much I fall to a whim of your breathlesness...and I cannot count the many stars you spin in my eyes
be it they fall or just glisten
they forever remain in my heart
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Original and poignant.
I'm sure this will do well
Ken
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I lovelovelove this poem! GENIUS! It's one of the best I've read on here so far. Wow, you are an excellent writer. I love the line that begins with "Before the house burned down.." You really painted a great picture in my mind, I can feel the pain of the narrator and the details(!!!!) were great! I loved the imagery
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