Old men sit in old bars
drinking old drinks, smoking old cigars;
Writers go crazy sitting and staring at empty pages,
both burn away their youth, on and on through the ages-
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I hope you don't roll up your poems and smoke them Smoky, otherwise we wouldn't get to read them! ! Superb write.
I love the smoking of the poem-cigars. Engaging lines all through. Time to turn on the fans now. ;)
To get lost in the journey of a good poem is always a pleasure... I thoroughly enjoyed this journey...
I love this! When I have a bright white paper in front of me and can't think how to start writing, I will get out my dictionary, start reading anywhere and always happen on a good word which is my inspiration then. As always, your poems are wonderful!
Powerful stuff Smoky. Life is a dream. To die is to awaken. We can't possibly know it all. To dream is so much better.