Look into a silent pool
And greet your smiling face.
Observe a critter seek repose,
Making the surface shiver.
The little traveller carries on,
Your watery reflection gone,
While, lingering, a smile awaits
The rippling waters
To settle back into
A laughing face.
© jsmorgane (March 2010)
Like an oriental cigarette,
Dark and slender and smooth
Between my fingers.
Comforting, a pillar of repose.
No smoke catching in my throat –
Calm, composed silence.
Just the taste of your filter,
Sweet on my lips.
The match, a flare in the dark,
Then the glimmering, crackling,
Like embers, burning incense
Dying down.
No thanks, I have given you up.
My fingers twirling air,
Your scent lingering
In my ‘non-smoking’ room.
© jsmorgane (2005)
