lighting cigarettes
from each other?s cigarettes
the slow setting sun
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John Hawkhead
John Hawkhead is a writer from the South West of England who, in 2021, won the Porad Haiku Contest, the Setouchi-Matsuyama haiku Grand Prix and was a Finalist in the Trailblazer contest.
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Love how the light lingers, along with friendships. Brings to mind Buson's poem:
lighting one candle
with another—
spring twilight
and John Thompson's poem:
graveyard shift—
lighting one cigarette
with another
When I was a smoker, I remember that feeling of connection with other smokers when we were all outside an office building or conference venue. This reminded me of that (although I'm glad I stopped! :) )
Love how the light lingers, along with friendships. Brings to mind Buson's poem:
lighting one candle
with another—
spring twilight
and John Thompson's poem:
graveyard shift—
lighting one cigarette
with another
mosquitoes
avoid the sour smoke
chain linked friends
__Yours, a nifty picture of friends "sharing," John H; the friends are -linked-, Chain smokers ? _m
Nice one! The inherent connection in burning objects works well with the contrast between the actions of people and the movements of nature.
Lovely one!
Thanks for the comments – amazing knowledge;
and then there was:
…marijuana
smoke drifting from the café
sun wheeling through clouds….
Excellent, John!
When I was a smoker, I remember that feeling of connection with other smokers when we were all outside an office building or conference venue. This reminded me of that (although I'm glad I stopped! :) )
marion
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Gare du Nord
the snow on her shoulders
as he asks for a cigarette
Alan Summers
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