Artwork is Ponytail by Last Exit
Cigarette please, dear
Her health lit up in black smoke
Wafting midnight ink
We pause in the heat
Smoke and light in empty air
Cruel song in her lungs
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15 comments:
Cruel song indeed, and still they market to young folks .. make it seem so appealing!
Nice writing!!!
Black smoke... black lungs. Truly is a cruel thing. Wonderful poem!
"Cruel song in her lungs"
That is a great line! The whole thing is a nice tight write.
Though there is horror in the realization of what is being done to her health your words are absolutely gorgeous =)
Ooooo...so sinister! Love it
Hugs
SueAnn
Masterful and very savvy...
If only the song would be heard before the cigarette was lit!
Wonderfully demonic, an icon of our times
the demons of such things need to be always repeated through all messages possible. Thank you for bringing it to us through a haiku :)
Richa
Wafting midnight ink
this image gave me pause.
Fantastic haiku -- you should send it to the American Lung Assn -- I mean it. Would be a great for their anti-smoking campaigns.
Wow, wow, wow. This is a wonderful dark chain of haiku.
Yes, indeed. A good haiku for a nasty habit.
Insidious, but so satisfying to some ... a cruel addiction all around. Nice piece!
You've captured the vibe of smoking so well. How I loathe ciggies.
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