Wednesday, November 28, 2007

up in smoke---3WW



Afford
Cigarette
Dim


few hours left
of soothing darkness-
only ones I can afford
to converse with night.
pausing, I crush moist grass
between my bare toes.

sharing pocketful of secrets
to last until morning.
I send them up in
smoke signals
from my cigarettes,
before moon gets dim.

**Disclaimer: I do not smoke, drink or do drugs!

27 comments:

pia said...

I crush moist grass
between my bare toes.

before moon gets dim.

Such beautiful lines--
smoke signals
from my cigarettes,

still beautiful but glaring

You're incapable of not bringing softness to most words

Marcia (MeeAugraphie) said...

Gautami, your use of details, like the moist grass between your bare toes always pulls me in.

Sending pocketful of secrets in smoke signals is so vivid.

And you know, I loved your disclaimer, grin.

lissa said...

You strike the just the right words. I love your usage of words like - crushing moist grass between my bare toes. Nicely done.

Rose Dewy Knickers said...

Makes it seem so right. :)

Rose

x

Ghost Particle said...

it is good!

Square1 said...

I love how you can take something i have an aversion to and make it seem so tempting. Another verse well written.

Jo said...

Well put, Gautami.......

Whitesnake said...

I do smoke, I do drink and they ARE Drugs!

Within Without said...

A lovely tome...

And I'm with Whitesnake. I do smoke, I do drink and they are, definitely, drugs.

paisley said...

smoker or no,, it certainly has an air of romanticism around it doesn't it?????

TC said...

I picture a summer night rendezvous from this...

tumblewords said...

Ah, I like this a lot!!

Jujee said...

nice imagery of solitude and woe when I read it.

Thinking aloud said...

i saw the prompt and the cigarette led me offtrack...

so wonderful to see what you've don..the imagery is perfect...

***moist grass
between my bare toes***heavenly!!!

and i echo your disclaimer too :))

Herb Urban said...

As a night owl who still drinks a little, your words perfectly capture
those lonely hours of quiet contemplation and inner conversion I relish all to myself.

Gillian @ Indigo Blue said...

Glad you don't smoke...yuck!
Great three word thingie.
xo
Gillian

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

sounds like my cigars. :)

UL said...

Sure liked this one too, esp. the disclaimer had me smiling ..thank you. :)

Christy said...

you did well with these words, much enjoyed reading

Christy

Christine said...

Very nice, gautami. you created a contemplative, evening mood.
I thinks it's important for people to realize that we are writers, and what we write about is not autobiographical. I know you wrote the disclaimer about not using unhealthy substances, which is why I say this.

LittleWing said...

great stuff!...i can imagine standing outside, quietly reflecting, having a puff..best part..wet grass between my toes...

polona said...

i have never smoked either but i think this conveys the feeling so well...

Bone said...

I agree. These are beautiful lines, Gautami.

The bare toes crushing moist grass, and the smoke signals... great imagery.

A Tag Along Traveler said...

"sharing pocketful of secrets
to last until morning."
My old roommate used to smoke and I think this is a perfect description! loved the words!!!

firebird said...

Love this!

sage said...

I like the bare toe images and glad you posted the disclaimer! :)

Michelle Johnson said...

A night out with a first love/ date telling secrets. What a beautiful image you have evoked in my mind. I also liked the lines 'pausing, I crush moist grass
between my bare toes.' Thanks for sharing such a lovely piece. Keep up the good work. Have a nice weekend.

Side note- I think the disclaimer really added to this piece. And, it is always better to not start those things anyway.