lighting cigarettes from each other’s cigarettes the slow setting sun
—John Hawkhead
Issue 15.1 | 2 June 2015
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Alan Summers unpublished . .
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June 2nd, 2015 at 9:06 am
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
June 2nd, 2015 at 9:43 am
mosquitoes
avoid the sour smoke
chain linked friends
__Yours, a nifty picture of friends "sharing," John H; the friends are -linked-, Chain smokers ? _m
June 2nd, 2015 at 11:53 am
Nice one! The inherent connection in burning objects works well with the contrast between the actions of people and the movements of nature.
June 2nd, 2015 at 7:43 pm
Lovely one!
June 3rd, 2015 at 11:56 am
Thanks for the comments – amazing knowledge;
and then there was:
…marijuana
smoke drifting from the café
sun wheeling through clouds….
June 5th, 2015 at 4:09 am
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
June 8th, 2015 at 9:32 am
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Gare du Nord
the snow on her shoulders
as he asks for a cigarette
Alan Summers
unpublished
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