Thanks, Devika, polona, Juliet, Magyar, and Dalloway. I wanted to leave open the question of whether there's a relationship here that extends beyond the tip of the cigarette. Some readers tell me this reminds them of 1940s movies, and that's all right, too.
When I smoked (secretly) my first cigarette with my cousins, we were deep to a forest, (and perhaps a risk burning the whole forest.) When returned home we were very surprised how our parents immediately cried: "You have smoked TOBACCOO!?" How on earth?
I stopped any smoking when I met a girl, she is my wife now. (Been that nearly 40 years...)
There is something so intimate about sharing a cigarette - or a light. And all of the elements in a cigarette, fire, air and wind... there is so much going on sensory wise.
To me, this haiku feels very romantic, even not knowing the relationship.
I love it - such a sense of story. This feels like it could unfold forever and offer more and more. So much warmth and intimacy from such a small gesture.
Keep it up, tikkis. Almost 20 years ago, I said to Pat "I'm going to quit smoking," and I've never looked back. And I haven't had a drink for over 30 years.
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This made me smile --
As a child I used to take a puff from my father occasionally...and now, when my husband smokes :))
And, he isn't a chain smoker, but does when it rains or if its too cold..
I wouldn't have a whole cigarette, though :)
wishes,
devika
so nice... the sense of sharing
its interesting how much the rain adds to the sense of sharing in this.
On the soft side, these two are a warm couple, on the smile side... they're a match. Lovit Bill! _m
a strong image from so few words. nicely done.
Thanks, Devika, polona, Juliet, Magyar, and Dalloway. I wanted to leave open the question of whether there's a relationship here that extends beyond the tip of the cigarette. Some readers tell me this reminds them of 1940s movies, and that's all right, too.
this has its own romance.
enjoyed this nostalgic one Bill(yes I remember the old Bogie movies)
john
enjoyed this the first time that I
read the poem Bill!
Gene
When I smoked (secretly) my first cigarette with my cousins, we were deep to a forest, (and perhaps a risk burning the whole forest.) When returned home we were very surprised how our parents immediately cried: "You have smoked TOBACCOO!?" How on earth?
I stopped any smoking when I met a girl, she is my wife now. (Been that nearly 40 years...)
Thanks for the visits, Andrew, John, Gene, and tikkis. Tikkis, I'm glad that woman has been such a good influence.
There is something so intimate about sharing a cigarette - or a light. And all of the elements in a cigarette, fire, air and wind... there is so much going on sensory wise.
To me, this haiku feels very romantic, even not knowing the relationship.
I love it - such a sense of story. This feels like it could unfold forever and offer more and more. So much warmth and intimacy from such a small gesture.
A good haiku!
Best wishes,
Angelika
Bill, no new ones??
Hope all is fine with you,
wishes,
devika
Thank you, alison, jem,and Angelika. Devika, I just got back from a short stay in Washington. I'm going to post one now.
Bill, visited this again, because I do like this!
Ps.
I'm still not smoking! (With her we are having a small glass of red wine sometimes! Drinking that from the same glass ,-)
But when in a bar or restaurant we both have our own glasses...
That's boring.
Have a look here.
Haiku Poems
Keep it up, tikkis. Almost 20 years ago, I said to Pat "I'm going to quit smoking," and I've never looked back. And I haven't had a drink for over 30 years.
But the tough one was nail biting.
Really great!
Thank you, Marinela.
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