24 April

by E. J. Iverson   Apr 25, 2017


Inhale-

smoke in my lungs
flavoured blueberry and
cinnamon chapstick
filled memories linger
against the walls of my
nostrils.

Your presence was
the spike of nicotine
my body craved

held between frigid
fingertips.

...

Exhale-

you left me like
the last puff
of this stale
cigarette,

all at once
into the night sky.

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  • 1 year ago

    by BlueJay

    Judging Comment:

    The movement in this piece was wonderfully portrayed. It felt as though I read this in the time it took me to take a deep breath and I felt both lighter and heavier for having done so. The comparisons of this person's love of whatever kind to a cigarette were incredible because even though comparing love or lovers to anything you are dependent on is becoming overdone, it still had personality and a uniqueness to it that allowed for this piece to stick with me even after I had read it and the other pieces nominated this week.

    • 1 year ago

      by E. J. Iverson

      Bluejay, thank you for this comment. The first time I read it upon winning made me feel so wonderful as it still does several months later. I really appreciate you taking the time to break down how you feel about it. Thanks again. (:

  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    Absolutely astonishing!!

    • 1 year ago

      by mossgirl19

      I want to second Em on this one. Beautifully written!

    • 1 year ago

      by E. J. Iverson

      Thanks, you two! It feels really good to hear these things. <3

  • 1 year ago

    by Meena Krish

    It seems like you have described the very thing that is held
    between the fingers..liked the imagery and the layout of this poem.
    Congrats on the Win!

    • 1 year ago

      by E. J. Iverson

      I'm glad to hear that. Thank you, Meena. (:

  • 1 year ago

    by Britt

    Beautiful! <3

  • 1 year ago

    by magicandall

    lovely and very artsy. I like it!

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