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Ashes
by Rhodora M FitzgeraldYou make me feel
like the cigarette
that you fumble for
in a compulsive fit.
You deeply inhale me
until I fill your void
and then,
when I am reduced
to nothing more than a butt,
you snub me out
and leave me smoldering. 03/12/2003 Author's Note: lol.. I have no idea where this one came from.
Posted on 03/12/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rhodora M Fitzgerald
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lori Johnson on 03/13/03 at 01:10 AM Gosh, Rho...have you been a fly on my wall or what? LOL
Excellent imagery. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/13/03 at 01:44 AM Very strong analogy! Maybe title could be "Butt or Assh"? |
| Posted by Jack Lanier on 03/14/03 at 11:54 AM Sounds as if you need some extinguishing after that one, Rhodora. I liked it! Jack :) |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 03/17/03 at 11:11 AM Incredible read! Such vivid images there. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 03/23/03 at 07:10 AM Good poem Rhodora, I enjoyed the read. Snubbed
for a title....Charlie |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/19/04 at 01:14 AM Ditto on James' comment. Yes indeed, superb use of metaphor. Tightly rolled message! |
| Posted by Ulyss Rubey on 04/12/04 at 09:47 PM Smokin!! Great analogy. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/20/10 at 03:13 PM where ever it came from, it came to the right place, to mull over and over and to simply enjoy its implication. |
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