The bitter taste of tobacco burns my tongue, not the taste of factories but a spiritual herb, nature sprung
Smoke in blue circles wafts about my head, I speak with spirits of the earth, planted now raised from the dead
Leaves pulled, cured and twisted into tarry ropes, chipped by knife into specks, for which a stained hand gropes
Rolled in dried corn husk, or smoked in briar pipe, separating out the hard stems and center stipe
Chard smell of visions, the smokey tongue of a muse, spews whisps of enlightenment, new views
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- Comment from author about the poem: Not cannabis but regular tobacco no additives not pressed, steamed or fermented.
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As a smoker myself I love this description my friend
Thanks Norman I debated about putting this one on but it is one of my muses and since we live in a society that has to adulterate everything natural and then condem it I thought I would take a chance, it having received so much bad press in latter years. I find natural tobacco much stronger.
yes, we smokers are demonized
Few, just a muse 🤣
Thanks so much Teddy appreciated the read my friend
I remember that summer that I chewed tobacco and had the most fun out of it, but then after that I never returned to it. I still remember the flavour and the scent like it was yesterday.
Thanks for the read my friend I chewed tobacco when a teen and worked in a mine. Didn't touch it again till I was fifty seven and given some cigars and a pipe for Christmas by a son in law. Took it up and never turned back too old to worry anymore. Now it is my muse
Ah perhaps, when the pension is enough to live on, might consider picking it up again. My granddad smoked a pipe and used Old Spice classic. The bottle cap reminded me of a golf tee.
Never chewed tobacco, but did like rolling it.
Also liked smoke rings, thought it made me cool. lol
Thanks Paul for the read and comment. Yes chewed out of peer pressure but gave it up quick, love my pipe it is my muse and vice
The pipe is cool.
You sure it wasn't dope? Twenty years a smoker, over half that time with hand made rollups. By far the better option. No satisfaction like rolling a perfect ciggy (about one in three) and the creative satisfaction of the perfect draw..... But I wouldn't be around now if I'd cintinued the habit...
Then most glad you gave it up Dave but there is nothing I love more than my pipe some Midnight or golden Cavendish or English blend with a little Latakia tried the Wakie Tabacky but don't use it getting used to the natural that is stronger than the others. Thanks so much for the read and comment my friend.
There’s a damn earthy, almost shamanic quality here, turning tobacco from an ordinary smoke into something harvested, cured, rolled, burned, and transformed into a doorway for visions and conversation with the natural world. The final image of the “smokey tongue of a muse” is the keeper for me, because it makes the smoke itself feel like a strange old poet whispering new ideas into the speaker’s head.
Thanks my friend for your review and poetic comment. Yes it is indeed it speaks to me through vapor of things long dead from where it grew and was harvested opening doors to the past.
Though never Smoked I enjoyed your Write.
Very discriptive.
Thanks Kevin don't start because of me. It poses risks to many but I am willing to risk it at my age it doesn't matter much. I appreciate the read and comment
Obviously had a go when Younger -who didn't- but never took it up. Trying to Impress the girls you see.
Good write SB. Had a puff on me grandad's pipe about age 10. My first and last puff. Does everyone try a pipe and/or cigarette once to see what it's like?
Thanks Orchi yes I think so. Took me fifty seven years to pick up the habbit
Soren, this has a ritual feel to it that I really like. Not smoking for the sake of smoking, but treating the whole act like a way of entering a different headspace. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks so much for picking that up Tristan yes I do not smoke because of addiction going weeks without smoking and having no problem I smoke because I like it and helps me create. Appreciate your review my friend.
Hello, Soren,
One of my many vices. I use a Peterson pipe and tamper. I enjoy White Knight pipe tobacco when I can get it, accompained with a mug of coffee and therein a small measure of rum - where one can easly lose oneself. A gem of a poem - Long and Slow, exactly. Well done indeed, My friend.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Thanks Tony I appreciate your read and comment I smoke a dark Cavendish usually or at times a golden Cavendish or proper English. Started at fifty seven years old and have never stopped. Here in Brazil importing tobacco is illegal so to get me by I have started smoking natural tobacco as I mentioned in the poem and it is much stronger giving a bit of a buzz. It serves well as a muse. Appreciate you Tony
Well done. Very visual and mystical.
Thanks so much for the read Jamiano and the comment it is appreciated and valued
tobacco as a plant-muse: bitter on the tongue, smoky in the air, and spiritually fertile in the imagination. Well Done Soren
Thanks so much Gray I always appreciate your comments they mean a lot
One things for sure - it will be better than the rubbish that's peddled.
So true with carpet glue and fire retardant chemical rings to keep it burning.
I always say, if you're going to smoke, you shouldn't waste the experience.
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