Smoke curls gently from the end of a lit cigarette
Hanging in the air
The light filtering slowly through
As the clouds drift aimlessly in the open air
Before falling softly to the floor below
For a moment
I am lost
My mind captured in the swirling smoke
Twisting and floating
Moving aimlessly against minimal resistance
Then
With a breath
An orange glow fills the air
And I return
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
beautiful! ❤
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Thank you, Carol Anne. 🙂
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Absorbing.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome
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Beautiful imagery. Sometimes (for me) I find that messing with punctuation is dangerous, but it gives YOUR words such freedom and lightness that the entire poem is ethereal. x
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Thank you! I agree, punctuation can be a powerful tool, but it must be used carefully and with meaning. I would like to do more of that – perhaps this will inspire me to do so.
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I really enjoy your style of writing – uncluttered and resonant. I’m definitely inspired to try experimenting with punctuation having seen your work! x
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Thank you, sincerely. I have played around a bit lately, but nothing I am ready to publish. If you do end up writing something based on this thought, please let me know; I would love to read what you have written.
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