Inhaling smoke from your flame
Burning in the heat of the moment
You were warned, you were told
Did you listen? No!
Now you will burn
Like flash paper in a magician’s hand
Combustible feelings up in smoke
That mind-blowing moment gone
Your all-consuming desire
Not quite what you expected
Leaving ashes for memories
Dust in the wind
He’s gone!
Painting: Dwight L. Roth
online at: https://rothpoetry.wordpress.com/
I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out... View more posts
