Untitled (departing dream or smoke)

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I am lost surrounded by cloud of velvet smoke,
with joy that dims both reality and conscience,
as I retire into the arms of a most willful night.
There’s no denying tobacco with enchantment,
like light breaking from cantaloupe sun.

I sway as though whirlwind in a chestnut forest,
unaware that it’s a mask that engaged my mind,
I stumbled and lost track of both path and time.
There’s no denying tobacco, with enchantment,
like the glimmer of an amorous moon.

But at what cost I thought sighing with the mist
of June.

 

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Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United

24 thoughts on “Untitled (departing dream or smoke)

  1. Susan says:

    “I am lost surrounded by cloud of velvet smoke,
    with joy that dims both reality and conscience,
    as I retire into the arms of a most willful night.”

    Movies from the 40s and 50s used lighting effects to romanticize smoke into halos and symbolism … and you capture that here. No denying its enchantment at all.

  2. Old Egg says:

    Tobacco is of addictive but also a social identity for the user. I wonder whether it is because we appear to breathe fire like dragons and so think we are stronger? You poem is beautiful and the moon cold though she is gives us mysterious amorous thoughts doesn’t it?

  3. Sumana Roy says:

    to the smokers smoke has to have that velvet touch…nicely brought out Sana..love your ‘cantaloupe sun’ and the ‘arms of willful night’ both very tempting πŸ™‚

  4. panchali says:

    “But at what cost I thought sighing with mists of
    June.”– Even I wonder…is life worth so little? Beautifully penned, Sanaa!

  5. Marja says:

    ” I retire into the arms of a most willful night” and ” I sway as though whirlwind in a chestnut forest” are fantastic lines. I got swayed by your poem. Loved it The picture goes well with it

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