Smoke Ring Moments

I am so afraid that you will earn my regret 

She said, while holding his hand like a cigarette 

Some things are fated and tempered by grief 

Grace is an anodyne and time a thief 

Sometimes one gives love everything 

Often too much is not the key

To unlock a hidden heart 

Haunted by ghosts of disbelief 

There are secrets in a smoke ring

Moments gone forever,  difficult to forget 

I am so afraid she said, 

Holding his hand like a cigarette 





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-02-10 at 14:48

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Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
As a metaphor for nervous compulsive need
and the sort of damage that may transpire
2024-02-11


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I really enjoyed the read, and visualised every line. The last line has me a little bewildered, as I'm wondering how one holds a hand like s cigarette - unless this is between two fingers indicating perhaps faux emotion or some distaste in doing so? Blessings, Allen
2024-02-11