“Some mysterious revenge of nature has seen to it that no poem in praise of drink or tobacco (or snuff, if any) can succeed.”
Hmm . . .
"No matter what Aristotle and the Philosophers say, nothing
is equal to tobacco; it's the passion of the well-bred, and he
who lives without tobacco lives a life not worth living."
"Neither do thou lust after that tawny weed tobacco."
Ash trays with fresh flowers are a common symbol of
Midweek Motif ~
Have you ever smoked tobacco?
Once I shared a Trailways Bus seat with an old man who told me tobacco was safe before air pollution. Hmm.
Your Challenge: Write a new poem in which you address your experience (or thoughts) about smoking tobacco.
The Best Cigarette
There are many that I miss
having sent my last one out a car window
sparking along the road one night, years ago.
The heralded one, of course:
after sex, the two glowing tips
now the lights of a single ship;
at the end of a long dinner
with more wine to come
and a smoke ring coasting into the chandelier;
or on a white beach,
holding one with fingers still wet from a swim.
How bittersweet these punctuations
of flame and gesture;
but the best were on those mornings
when I would have a little something going
in the typewriter,
the sun bright in the windows,
maybe some Berlioz on in the background.
I would go into the kitchen for coffee
and on the way back to the page,
curled in its roller,
I would light one up and feel
its dry rush mix with the dark taste of coffee.
Then I would be my own locomotive,
trailing behind me as I returned to work
little puffs of smoke,
indicators of progress,
signs of industry and thought,
the signal that told the nineteenth century
it was moving forward.
That was the best cigarette,
when I would steam into the study
full of vaporous hope
and stand there,
the big headlamp of my face
pointed down at all the words in parallel lines.
Edifying Thoughts of a Tobacco Smokerby Johann Sebastian Bach Whene’er I take my pipe and stuff it And smoke to pass the time away, My thoughts, as I sit there and puff it, Dwell on a picture sad and gray: It teaches me that very like Am I unto my pipe. Like me, this pipe so fragrant burning Is made of naught but earth and clay; To earth I too shall be returning. It falls and, ere I’d think to say, It breaks in two before my eyes; In store for me a like fate lies. No stain the pipe’s hue yet doth darken; It remains white. Thus do I know That when to death’s call I must harken My body, too, all pale will grow. To black beneath the sod ‘twill turn, Likewise the pipe, if oft it burn. Or when the pipe is fairly glowing Behold then instantaneously, The smoke off into thin air going, Till naught but ash is left to see. Man’s fame likewise away will burn And into dust his body turn. How oft it happens when one’s smoking: The stopper’s missing from the shelf, And one goes with one’s finger poking Into the bowl and burns oneself. If in the pipe such pain doth dwell, How hot must be the pains of Hell. Thus o’er my pipe, in contemplation Of such things, I can constantly Indulge in fruitful meditation, And so, puffing contentedly, On land, on sea, at home, abroad, I smoke my pipe and worship God
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Thank you for the midweek jolt!ReplyDelete
Whew. It is an odd little jolt, isn't it? You are very welcome.Delete
Awesome prompt, Susan💖 I'll be back later tonight after work with a poem💖ReplyDelete
Lots of love,
Looking forward to it! Have a fine day.Delete
added a memory of my father today...thank you Susan :)ReplyDelete
For a person who has never smoked, I think you'll find that I do smoking well in my poem...ReplyDelete
Thanks for the prompt and the all-important reminder that tobacco (and other drugs) never solves any problems, it just creates more and more!
Good to see you, Nicholas.Delete
Ha, and in Canada they are even legalizing pot. Sigh. Interesting prompt, Susan.ReplyDelete
I've heard Marijuana is better for you, though I suppose it depends on the quantity and whether or not you are driving.Delete
Thanks for this interesting prompt, Susan. :-)ReplyDelete
I am very happy you wrote for it. I wasn't sure it was a poetic topic, but yes. It is.Delete
Didn't know there was a World No Tobacco DayReplyDelete
Have a nice Wednesday all
It's not very well publicized, probably because no one is profiting by helping people quit. I only found it out by searching google for what was special about my prompt day.Delete
Always good to see you.
Loved your prompt Susan. Cheers! (she wrote as she lit up...)ReplyDelete
I am delighted that you came to post a poem and to read others. (Just don't blow that smoke in my direction!)Delete
Thanks for bringing us together, SusanReplyDelete
You are most welcome, Martin.Delete
Sorry, am extremely late this time, Susan. Loved your prompt...hence, had to write something!ReplyDelete
Thanks...am going to read others in a while! :)
I'm glad to see you--and certain you're not even the latest!Delete