A “soul out of rhyme”? Does that mean too busy with the daily grind, bored, or cannot write? Well, Dulce you sure can write—grin! So...
“I don't listen” either—to myself. Others do not count, for none else could compel me to not do something. Maybe a spiritual event? Maybe a decision? Maybe now, maybe never? The thought of “Maybe Some Day?” seems pretty non-offensive.
I think of the truth—that each Peep is imperfect...with addictions.
You make your point using so few words. It proves that 'less' is really 'more'--(I think so).
Love your (new?) background, that lace-covered arm, mask-holding hand, and the title? Hmmmm! PEACE, Sweetest!
Succinct capture and I understand it from the outside looking in. What comfort does it bring? What makes it addictive, more than nicotine, worse than habit? I am watching my best friend slowly die of lung cancer. It's ugly, not glamorous this too early end of life when the day often begins with "I don't care". Beautiful poem, nonetheless.
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Funny how you pause before taking that step into the abyss~! Great poem Miss D
ReplyDeletenicely done dulce...hurts to inhale, just a bit...smiles...
ReplyDeleteOut of rhyme? Can't have that..haha, very well done.
ReplyDeleteoh wow..the perfect words to go with the pic..
ReplyDeleteCatching my breath :)
ReplyDeletePerfect blend of word, sound and image.
A “soul out of rhyme”? Does that mean too busy with the daily grind, bored, or cannot write? Well, Dulce you sure can write—grin! So...
ReplyDelete“I don't listen” either—to myself. Others do not count, for none else could compel me to not do something. Maybe a spiritual event? Maybe a decision? Maybe now, maybe never? The thought of “Maybe Some Day?” seems pretty non-offensive.
I think of the truth—that each Peep is imperfect...with addictions.
You make your point using so few words. It proves that 'less' is really 'more'--(I think so).
Love your (new?) background, that lace-covered arm, mask-holding hand, and the title? Hmmmm!
PEACE, Sweetest!
"An inmate of
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Mine"
Smokin!
words & image are so perfectly suited.
thanks for sharing this, I love it.
Succinct capture and I understand it from the outside looking in. What comfort does it bring? What makes it addictive, more than nicotine, worse than habit? I am watching my best friend slowly die of lung cancer. It's ugly, not glamorous this too early end of life when the day often begins with "I don't care". Beautiful poem, nonetheless.
ReplyDeletethe struggle is key...I think it makes us breathe more deeply....those breathless moments are important
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Lithe, and slinky, like the smoke, curling to the ceiling.
ReplyDeletePerfect words for the pic!
ReplyDeleteWords and picture are perfect ~ Though I don't approve of smoking LOL ~
ReplyDeleteTrying to balance body and soul isn't always easy.
ReplyDeletePerhaps smoking doesn't help ...
Excellent words to match the picture!
"Inhaling, hard chore"
ReplyDeleteWhat a cool line!
I like your portrayal of smoking - both pictorially and poetically. Very well done.
ReplyDeleteThe picture intrigues me and more so the verse. Should I be a smoker to enjoy this verse?
ReplyDeleteJoy always,
Susan
umm, yeah, but i do so enjoy it....
ReplyDeleteI was taken by the phrase "This ripping of a lonely soul out of rhyme."
ReplyDeleteVery cool, Dulce.
Isn't that the truth with any addiction. Nice work.
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