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chain smoker (daisy chain)
sometimes i smoke cigarettes
for the poor girl out west
for the little soul trying to rest
for the free wind
carelessness
moments left to caress
i just try to hold onto the tests
forgetting it all
just let it digest
i could have given it to the rest
but i was left in the sandy wind
with these harpsichords…these electronic guitar strings…
who knew you could
“change my world…change the whirl..”
left only to let it swirl
those cigarettes… out the windowsill
all those thoughts and hours
meant to just waste and wade
all the memories just to fade
for the poor girl out west
for the little soul trying to rest
for the free wind
carelessness
moments left to caress
i just try to hold onto the tests
forgetting it all
just let it digest
i could have given it to the rest
but i was left in the sandy wind
with these harpsichords…these electronic guitar strings…
who knew you could
“change my world…change the whirl..”
left only to let it swirl
those cigarettes… out the windowsill
all those thoughts and hours
meant to just waste and wade
all the memories just to fade
Published 28th Nov 2017
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28th Nov 2017 6:50pm
"sometimes i smoke cigarettes
for the poor girl out west
for the little soul trying to rest
for the free wind
carelessness" - i imagine a runaway girl smoking at a train station somewhere in between Tennessee and California
"moments left to caress
i just try to hold onto the tests
forgetting it all
just let it digest
i could have given it to the rest
but i was left in the sandy wind
with these harpsichords…these electronic guitar strings… " - i really like the musical instruments you brought into these lines...i'm still waiting on someone to write about the theremin lol.
i'm thinking happy moments recurring ,throwing care to the wind,and maybe if your bold enough to moon a passerby on a long road trip through rout 66.
"who knew you could
“change my world…change the whirl..”
left only to let it swirl
those cigarettes… out the windowsill
all those thoughts and hours
meant to just waste and wade
all the memories just to fade" - i'm seeing a pile of cigarettes at the bottom of that windowsill,shaking a magic 8 ball it says "you are a happy man" or"real change comes from within" lol.
fantastic poem and rich imagery turned.i feel i got more of a happy playfulness out of this write than you intended.
i like the alliteration you used,the rhymes.
two thumbs way up mariellewrites, keep'em coming.
for the poor girl out west
for the little soul trying to rest
for the free wind
carelessness" - i imagine a runaway girl smoking at a train station somewhere in between Tennessee and California
"moments left to caress
i just try to hold onto the tests
forgetting it all
just let it digest
i could have given it to the rest
but i was left in the sandy wind
with these harpsichords…these electronic guitar strings… " - i really like the musical instruments you brought into these lines...i'm still waiting on someone to write about the theremin lol.
i'm thinking happy moments recurring ,throwing care to the wind,and maybe if your bold enough to moon a passerby on a long road trip through rout 66.
"who knew you could
“change my world…change the whirl..”
left only to let it swirl
those cigarettes… out the windowsill
all those thoughts and hours
meant to just waste and wade
all the memories just to fade" - i'm seeing a pile of cigarettes at the bottom of that windowsill,shaking a magic 8 ball it says "you are a happy man" or"real change comes from within" lol.
fantastic poem and rich imagery turned.i feel i got more of a happy playfulness out of this write than you intended.
i like the alliteration you used,the rhymes.
two thumbs way up mariellewrites, keep'em coming.
30th Nov 2017 5:03pm
thank you so much for the comment, yes i was always thinking of road trips, wind in my hair, route 66 vibes. yes there are plenty of cigarettes at the bottom of the windowsill.
thanks for reading!
thanks for reading!
30th Nov 2017 5:23pm
29th Nov 2017 1:21am
Sometimes, I smoke cigarettes for that poor-rich wretch. Cool stuff. Its complete meaning eludes me, but I like what I get so far.
30th Nov 2017 5:04pm
thank you for reading and i like your spin on the sometimes i smoke cigarettes, this poem was mostly about myself so i guess it doesn't have an actual "meaning" more a thought or prose i guess . thank you
23rd Dec 2017 4:42pm
23rd Dec 2017 4:44pm
