4 in
1 outside
cutting fog
into neat little cubes
blocks to build a box
a room to light the lantern in
the lantern lit to tease
fingers gleaming grieve
the wafts of mist to part
and conjure up
4 in a room
© jsmorgane (Dec 09)
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Tag: poetry
Fragments of Tranquility
Like an oriental cigarette,
Dark and slender and smooth
Between my fingers.
Comforting, a pillar of repose.
No smoke catching in my throat –
Calm, composed silence.
Just the taste of your filter,
Sweet on my lips.
The match, a flare in the dark,
Then the glimmering, crackling,
Like embers, burning incense
Dying down.
No thanks, I have given you up.
My fingers twirling air,
Your scent lingering
In my ‘non-smoking’ room.
© jsmorgane (2005)
Abortion/Editing
Argument:
the scene cut,
an obstacle removed.
(it shows you glimpsing
the treasure – hunted down)
Aside: a thought (at first no more)
Montage: the cup you cradled in your hands –
Shattered.
the image you saw –
Spilled.
now glittering like tears on a cobweb
running down the torn thread,
dropping into the blank of
all that might have been.
Voice-over: a child, only implied.
(Exit)
shooting, on the road again,
with slightly changed key of lighting.
© jsmorgane (2005)