stooping

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It twists,
and curls
its tendrils
rising high above me

Bewitched,
I glance at the almost full moon
clear and luminous
its glow reflected into my eyes
feeding me
and upon the snow lined path
before me

A hanging fog
like the shawl around me,
a translucent flourish
of paisley coil,
a wisp that disappears in seconds

I exhale and momentarily
it's in sight again
only to vanish as I reach out
elusive in the dark

It leaves its odour on my flesh,
I feel and smell it close,
taste it,
lick and bite my lips
tantalising and teasing,

I inhale to catch the magic
deep within my creases
my heart pounds
as it burns way down,
my throat aches
am light of head

Moments stolen upon my stoop
a pack of lies in my pocket

Sara

Comments

  1. Beatnheart7:59 pm, December 19, 2010

    cigarettes? and the pleasure and pain that are caused by them?? that’s my take...don’t know if its the right one but there you have it. A beautiful wordplay.

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  2. A Woman Of No Importance12:14 am, December 20, 2010

    Sara, beautiful one, don't start smoking again, for me, pretty please - I know it's enjoyable, but it does you no good in the long run, and you have a long, long run ahead of you, ma belle! xxooxx

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  3. Shrinky2:31 pm, December 20, 2010

    Oh gosh, how perfectly you've captured that stolen moment - I have gulitly been there so often! I quit-ish for twelve years, but always enjoyed what was probably a bi-monthly cigarette.. until I took it up again with a vengence.

    Guess what my new years resolution is (again)?

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  4. ADDY4:36 pm, December 20, 2010

    Oh no. Have you just started again or have you been smoking a while? Naughty girl. :(

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  5. Daryl5:37 pm, December 20, 2010

    You paint with words the way you use your camera .... so very well

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  6. Suldog6:56 pm, December 20, 2010

    Exactly. Perfect. In all regards.

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  7. Moannie10:17 pm, December 20, 2010

    Sorry! So sorry. Must be in the genes. Mea culpa.

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  8. Joanna Jenkins11:45 pm, December 20, 2010

    So well said, but please stop smoking :-)

    Wishing you a wonderful holiday! jj

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  9. Merisi3:34 pm, December 21, 2010

    You express your feelings so well,
    but it hurts, seeing you captive to that poison.
    xxx

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  10. Furtheron7:44 pm, December 21, 2010

    you are very good at this writing lark aren't you.

    If you plan to kick the habit I wish you the greatest success

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  11. Hilary6:56 am, December 23, 2010

    Described so perfectly. I remember it well. I hope you tossed them after that...

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  12. Anonymous11:05 am, December 23, 2010

    Tea and cake is much better for you. Me, I indulge my OCD tendancies when I'm stressed.

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