I smoke my last guitar
swirling notes of sweet Havana fly
Blowing blue wisps to a distant star
Waning flat tones of cognac cry
Wafting frets while fingers do char
as the aroma of music drifts in a sigh
Dumping song's ashes in a jar
Glowing Cuban embers, evaporate and die
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: September 4th, 2023 06:45
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Good write SB.
I'm on me way with a water syphon to put out your smoking guitar! lol.
Thanks for the read Orchi appreciate the effort to put out the flame but it has already burned out.
I love the way you have woven music and smoke into one. The words come to life and the feel of the poem is real. I can hear it, smell it, taste it. Beautiful!
Thank you Bella I so appreciate your review and kind words of understanding.
a scented cigarette refrain
vivid ashes of a life
cherished and inked poetic
(simply,
a most beautiful
read..)
thank you!
Thank you most kindly for a review as poetic as the poem itself.
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