| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Razel Davies on 01/27/10 at 05:41 PM It's an itch. As long as you keep scratching, it'll still be there. Like most of the unpleasant things in life really. Ignore it for a little while and it'll disappear. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/27/10 at 06:59 PM Hah I like this -I've always told myself that I should never say "I need a cigarette" but "I want a cigarette" the better to avoid tying having one together with any notion of feeling better or relieved. I never inhale past a certain point -I can't do those deep lung inhalations...sounds like you've managed to beat the system here!!! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/27/10 at 08:45 PM I have to chuckle and think of all the people who say they tried it but didn't inhale. :) It's fun reading something a little lighter in your life. I like how you set the poem up - nice delivery. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/27/10 at 09:26 PM ... exceptional..... |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 01/27/10 at 09:44 PM Way to capture a special moment, the thrill is captured in the short lines, and is shared with all your readers I am sure...and how wonderful an occurance, your lungs must be rejoicing...they say the moment u stop smoking your lungs immediately begin to heal...kudos on all levels, poet sans smoke...peace, jewels |
| Posted by William Brunk on 01/29/10 at 09:40 PM this put a smile to my face...well done |
