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You were once
that faithful friend
with a wooden shoulder
to cry on
You could have been
so much more…
Yet you chose
to be just a fistful
of dead leaves
picked and rolled,
coaxed and cajoled
into a chamber
Of suffocation,
Of humiliation
waiting to be smelt
– to be consumed –
by a lustful mouth
that holds the power
to set you free
into an irreversible swirl
– of smoke –
Now here you lie
Used
Abused
on a deserted crossroad
of grey ashes,
charred
scarred,
trying to choose
between the void of uncertainty
and the certain path to hell
You could have been
so much more…
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Nicely expressed.. different angle.. and nice choice of words..
so is it against smoking?
haah!! Thanks, KP… I am no big fan of smoking.. but then, to each, his/her own.. 🙂
powerful…strong.
Gee.. thanks, David..
ugh – this is tough kavita….and so sad…but so well written
*sigh*… such is the sad miserable life of a cigar… no?
I loved this poem.. very creative.. and yes, smoking is yuck. 🙂
Aahh…thanks, Anthony.. I was inspired to write this one while sitting in a cigar room, watching a couple of my friend smoke… the life of one of those cigars moved me (sorta)…
dang kavita…a fist ful of dead leaves…this stings of someone turning their back on you…which is sad…very evocative…well penned…
You know, Brian… a Cigar was my muse for this poem… and then ofcourse I went on to extend its properties to the sad existence of many a human soul..
Glad you liked this one, my friend.. thanks…
Hey, Kav, – you don’t mince words, do you? 🙂 You’ve done a great job here of drawing out the image even more, evocative as it already is. So many addictions to choose from! And choosing ‘No’ to any or all is not easy, like
trying to choose
between the void of uncertainty
and the certain path to hell
Well said!
Yaaaaaaaaaaayyyy.. you are bacckk! I missed ya, girlie!!
And yea, when it comes to smoking, I am soooo ANTI! But then again, you can’t really tell anyone to do or not do something, can ya? Whew! Grown ups!!
But then, if it were chocolates, I guess it’s okay.. 😉
Glad you liked this poem, lady… and thank you for visiting me…. it’s so good to see you again!
Excellent and hard-hitting, Kavita. I have sympathy for those who find it hard to quit, but in the end, its just another death wish. (And way too expensive. ;_) ) I like the personification, and how you’ve used it to bring the digs home: “..you chose / to be just a fistful / of dead leaves..”
/thank you, Joy… Seriously, who knew a cigar could inspire me to write this one! That smoke and stink did it really!! 🙂
Glad you liked the tone of the poem, sweetie…
God save the ones attracted to this dangerously appealing thing.. Whewww!!
Yeah smoking is nasty and a cigar does have a sad and miserable life haha great write!
Sad AND nasty indeed!! 😦
Poor cigar… and poor smokers!
bitter-sweet … the words come one after another like the shadows of a river flowing at twilight! lovely …
More bitter than sweet, this one (I am guessing)…
But yea, it makes for a decent inspiration… 🙂 To me, that is THE ONLY use of a cigar.. hehehe
Glad you liked this, babes! xoxooxox
My Dad smokes cigars (and occasionally people) this was all too familiar. Thanks for the sharp write, very well done.
Well.. thanks, Anna… glad you liked it… can’t say much about the “habit” though… I guess everyone has their reasons.. 🙂
Awesome as usual. Great picture. Regards … D.
Gee.. thank you, Jhannet… it’s so good to see you here…
Interesting what inspires us sometimes…like what you did with this poem…very effective.
aahh.. you bet, Charles…the oddest of moments/objects can inspire us.. we just need to keep our minds open to ideas I guess… no?
Thanks for the good words on this piece, my friend..
Really powerful, Kavita!
Glad you liked it, Mama Z… thanks a heap!!! xxxx
I know the feeling…so sad and heartbreaking when you watch someone lie and be a prisoner of their addiction….ah I just read it was a cigar? well…good write. 🙂
yea… it’s kinda horrid, isn’t it? Addiction, I mean… But then, I am just thinking out aloud, the non-chocoholics would be thinking the same about me… 🙂
By the way, thanks for the encouraging words here, dearie…
Powerful words! I’ve battled the cigarette addiction myself. They definitely become your “friends” although they don’t take care of you the way a real friend should. 🙂 Great poem.
First of all, I am VERY HAPPY to hear that you are out of that habit, Rachel… so, yaaaaaaayyy to that!!
And no, they certainly are NOT true friends.. we just hope they are…stupid us.. no?
Great poem, love the imagery you evoke – “fistful of dead leaves”, “deserted crossroad of grey ashes, charred / scarred”. And awesome title, BTW. Used to smoke, but gave that up 8 years ago. Glad I finally kicked it.
Wooohoooo to no smoking, Stephen!!! (hugs)
And many many thanks for the kind words on this poem too….
I have never had to experience this habit but we all have our habits right in something… I do love my cigars on a Saturday night though.
thankfully, I too am not into smoking… wheww…
Well well.. I must say, enjoy your Saturday night cigars nonetheless… 🙂
a fascinating way to express a relationship with a cigarette! Well done!
Aaaahhh…thanks, Laura… I cannot believe I actually got inspired by a cigar… But really, this is exactly how I pictured a person that has just quit smoking speaking to their once beloved cigar/cigarette…
Glad you liked this piece, my dear friend…
Sad if someone makes all the wrong choices and we are powerless to help or, stop them
Deep, and poweerful imagery.
Indeed it is quite sad… wish we could help.. no? But can we ever?? *sigh*
So few words, so much said. Brava!
trying to choose
between the void of uncertainty
and the certain path to hell
Perfect!
🙂 Thank you so much, friend…
Hugs from the east coast….
Excellent write, love the imagery and the metaphor. Really nicely done:)
Thank you, hobgoblin… glad you liked the analogy here…
Great write!
Gee.. thanks a heap, my friend..
A fistful of dead leaves, what a line, and image, one of many. Top notch as always. The cigar/cigarette metaphor was fantastic. Enjoyed every drag.
http://henryclemmons.wordpress.com/2011/08/22/franken-poem/
Gee.. thanks, Henry..
Poor tobacco, I tell ya! Always scorned and sooo abused! Whewww…
This is awesome Kavita.. great write, so sharp and well written 🙂
Whooaa.. thanks, Divya… glad you liked this little piece…
xxxxx
very realistic poem & ur expression is good 🙂
keep smiling always
Aww… you too, Sowmya… thankooo!!
a lot has been said through a few words … very powerful …
Glad you liked the read, Baishali dear… thanks for the nice words here…
A great read with a truly powerful message.
Thanks.
Gee.. very nice of you to say that, Mike.. I really appreciate it.. thank you..
melancholic beauty – well written with a powerful hook – grea pic accompaniment to – nice choice
Wow.. thanks for the appreciative comments, Arron.. very kind of you..
I like the jolt that hit through this piece, powerfully stated expression that still held eloquence in its delivery. Much enjoyed ~ Rose
Aahh.. thanks for liking this piece, Rose.. you are very kind…
And I hope the tobacco force never touches you with its claws…
You never cease to amaze me!!!!! Hugs to you and may you be blessed today my friend:)
Aww.. thanks, sweet lady… Hugs and love right back at ya, my dear friend!!
xoxoxoxoox
A chamber of suffocation indeed. You treat an old subject with new eyes.
So so many wasted lives, smoked away to ash and sadness.
I wish tobacco were outlawed.
Thanks for posting this.
Oh yea, indeed! We have too many addictions, and *stuff* to blame… if only we had some control over our minds.. no? *sigh*
More than smoking, this can apply to the sad state of one’s life specially these words:
Now here you lie
Used
Abused
on a deserted crossroad
of grey ashes,
charred
scarred,
trying to choose
between the void of uncertainty
and the certain path to hell
Lovely share ~
Bingo!!! That’s EXACTLY what this poem was intended to do, Heaven..
Thank you soooo much for seeing that and letting me know too…. INDEBTED!!
xoxooxxo
A powerful write that could have gone many ways..and without being judgemental. I liked that. Much enjoyed, thank you Kavita! 🙂
Aahh… 🙂 Thank YOU, Louise.. yes, this poem was definitely meant to be read in more ways than one.. glad you liked it too, my friend..
wow loved your post enjoyed it,,,,,,,,
oh.. thank you so much, Yusuf (?).. very kind of you..
Hello Kavita,
Dropped by to thank you for visiting my blog, and I loved you blog, you are so talented, really wonderful work….great job. Hope to see you around more…
I had read your comment on Brian’s…so was clued in, but it seemed quite obvious that along with the uselessness of a smoked-out cigar…many a ‘smoked-out’ life is described here also. And there is a moment of choice. Whatever it all means–it is a mesmerizing piece, Kavita. Thank you!
yikes! how sad as well. on a deserted crossroad
of grey ashes – very powerful line. nice one kavita and it was great to see you stop by today 🙂 thank you!
lovely sentiment and a recurring question, being consumed and drugged ain’t pretty.
Kavita, I can see why you asked me to look at this. “You could have been so much more,” indeed. There is such depth to the pain expressed here.
Now, I want you to see why I write. It’s a rough read, but I think you will understand: Peace, Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/08/24/bitter-fruits/
Thanks for reading this AND liking it, Amy… you are a real sweetheart, my friend…
You have a safe and lovely weekend now, will ya?!
Fantastic Kavita…
I remember when you used to write like that on Friday…:-(
Aww… you missed me, didn’t ya now?!?! I am soooo sorry I haven’t been doing my 55s for a while now, dearest Galen… but by writer’s block is at its densest! GRRRRR
But now worries! I WILL BREAK it…
And you know what.. I was thinking of you only y’day…and a few hours later, I saw your comment! THAT DID IT!! So here comes my 55 this week!! BE PREPARED! 😀
xoxoxo
Great poem. I saw from the comments it was a cigar, but I was thinking it could be something so much more descructive, like meth. All of it is sad what it does to people. Brings home the reality that “too much of a good thing is a bad thing.”
This creates many different images in head .. each as strong as much depressing ..
Love it, you are great with words!
Weeee…thanks, Sam!! Mwaah!!
xoxooxox
You blew me away girl!! what depth.. what intensity..
Mindblowing- I said that already..
Hugs xoxox