Smoke and Cigars

Posted on November 20, 2019 by

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – November:  “Nothing is more
memorable than scent”  (posted by Sanaa)
“Write a poem that revolves around scent.  You may draw inspiration from the quotes and poems above. Feel free to explore the various possibilities and pour your heart out.”

cigars

’round corner
hand rolled cigar store
tobacco
leaves and scent
conjures up Dad standing near
puffing on a cigar.
I think he enjoyed
process, readying cigar.
End comes off,
puff until
tip glows red like fire
-place ember.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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10 Responses to Smoke and Cigars

  1. Helen L Dehner says:
    November 20, 2019 at 1:49 am

    I love the aroma of a fine cigar ~~~ smoked me a few in my time. Memory of your Dad is precious.

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  2. sanaarizvi says:
    November 20, 2019 at 6:26 pm

    This is such a touching poem, Sara. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt ❤️

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  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) says:
    November 20, 2019 at 8:51 pm

    Cigars are the only thing I ever have enjoyed smoking.

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  4. Jim says:
    November 23, 2019 at 7:33 am

    O Sara, I like this!! I would love to visit a “hand rolled cigar store” but I guess that was before my time. I do enjoy visiting the regular cigar store, the closest I’ve been is the overseas tobacco store. It’s been ages since I’ve smoked a cigar, I would smoke a forbidden Cuban cigar or maybe try a Blunt. We have a family friend who smokes cigars, for shock effects of watchers I think.
    ..

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  5. Just Barry says:
    November 23, 2019 at 10:34 pm

    I associate the scent of an unsmoked cigar with my maternal grandpa. Your poem takes me back to then… 🙂

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