He wasn’t supposed to be smoking
and if his wife saw him
she’d have had a fit.
But with the cherry blossoms in bloom
and the little petals filling the breeze
in just the right way
he couldn’t resist.
Wondering over to the smoking area
he bummed a smoke from some stranger
who glanced at him knowingly
and even smiled sheepishly
before giving him a cigarette.
The first draw on it
was immensely satisfying
and why shouldn’t it be
but as he began to exhale
it was at that moment
he saw her.
– matt at shadow of iris
the smoker
This by far one of the quirkiest poem i have read. unfortunately, i feel like this poem lacks of ending; what happened when she saw him. what idea are you trying to evoke?
– a woman
in a white leopard mask;
his jaw dropped
the cigarette
falling
from his mouth
onto the pavement.
He swore
he’d never smoke
again.
[You have a neat blog by the way.]
Nice ending. very unconventional.
[ thank you for you compliment but, i am but an amateur high-schooler who has found a passion for writing. though it is not my intended major.]