Cigar Ash

Posted on October 19, 2021 by purplepeninportland 

Written for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille Night - Ashes to Ashes
(posted by SarahSouthwest)

Our word tonight is “ash”.


An ashtray full
of stale
cigar butts 
in Dad’s car.  Soon
as I climbed in,
my complexion
greened.  Fresh
cigar smoke
was also not
a favorite, but
this was far worse.
He is gone now,
and how i wish
I could smell
his cigar.

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							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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								Arcadia Maria says:			
    

				
				
			
    
				October 19, 2021 at 1:12 am			
    

			
    A touching poem about one thinking of things about a past loved one that we disliked but now miss.
    
 Nicely done.
    

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				October 19, 2021 at 1:31 am			
    

			
    The memory is so clear in just 44 words. Well-done.
    

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								Carol Congalton says:			
    

				
				
			
    
				October 19, 2021 at 2:07 am			
    

			
    Smell can certainly connect us to folk we once knew. The fragrance of carnations remind me of my grandmother, certain perfumes denote others I knew, but since passed. A lovely quadrille.
    

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								rogblog666 says:			
    

				
				
			
    
				October 19, 2021 at 5:56 am			
    

			
    for me its the smell of old hobern tobacco that reminds me of my granfather. which is why thie speaks to y heart
    

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								sarahsouthwest says:			
    

				
				
			
    
				October 19, 2021 at 6:13 am			
    

			
    Oh, that memory spiral from the nose to the limbic system – so evocative. But really, this is a poem about loss, isn’t it? And how we regret even the things that annoyed us at the time. So much packed in to those 44 words.
    

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								ben Alexander says:			
    

				
				
			
    
				October 19, 2021 at 10:54 am			
    

			
    Oh, Sara, all I can say is – yes.
    

    ❤
    
David
    

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								Misky says:			
    

				
				
			
    
				October 19, 2021 at 10:56 am			
    

			
    I’ve never been able to tolerate the smell of a cigar. Pipes – that’s a different thing altogether. 
    

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								Ron. says:			
    

				
				
			
    
				October 19, 2021 at 1:58 pm			
    

			
    Scientists have long known that even the most remote memories can be triggered through olfactory stimuli.  Nice work, Thanks.
    

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								Ingrid says:			
    

				
				
			
    
				October 19, 2021 at 2:25 pm			
    

			
    The smell of absence is the hardest to get used to! Well said.
    

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				October 19, 2021 at 2:40 pm			
    

			
    I think we all know that feelings.  Those irritations are what we miss most. (K)
    

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								Björn Rudberg (brudberg) says:			
    

				
				
			
    
				October 19, 2021 at 7:36 pm			
    

			
    even the reek of cigarette ash is live with memories… very powerful
    

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				October 20, 2021 at 10:46 am			
    

			
    This is so moving, Sara! We all resonate with those feelings… sigh..
    

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				October 21, 2021 at 12:39 am			
    

			
    That scent brings me back too.  Wonderfully written Sara.
    

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				October 21, 2021 at 5:12 pm			
    

			
    Pulls at the heartstrings in so few words, great write!
    

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