walls leaning in
the room small
barely any room at all
a candle
whiskey bowl
and cigar
smoke filled the room
like a jar
flying in my chair
no clue
how long
how far
time circled the room
like a loud race car
the noise slows down
smoke hugs still on the floor
turning cold
like a burned out
whiskey soaked cigar
This makes me think of a journey of the soul perhaps in the ethereal plane? Or maybe a moment of just being in the moment, like meditation. Anyhow. I like the different pictures painted by your words. Well done.
WHISPERS OF THE HEART is artist and author J. Allen Wilson's second book of poetry.It can be autographed and shipped within 48 hours of order. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
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