“The believing we do something when we do nothing is the first illusion of tobacco.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
A Man At Peace I remember the smell of cherry wood his gentle rhythmic breathing, his lips puckered, sucking in air as the furnace ignited slowly, causing a metronomic popping sound; he wheezed, the pipe being too narrow, always demanding more, the damp flakes carefully unwrapped, teased to strands, tamped down by yellowed fingers, curled and coiled, waiting for the high note of the match strike, and momentarily his face disappeared in a haze of smoke, the ash collecting upon him as dandruff, he carried the look of a man at peace with the world. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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How it is and whatever it is!
It’s a ( bitter ) Truth!
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Yes indeed Datta.
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My dad was a pipe-smoker, too.
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Ah, it was that era, even now I yearn for the smell.
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🙂
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love the descriptiveness you used in this poem Paul!💖
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Thank you Cindy, very much appreciated
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You’re most welcome Paul! 🙏🌷
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Sounds like a lovely memory.
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It really is, dad was so serene with a pipe and I still miss the smell in real time, b jut I recall it often in my experience.
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Oh, dearie me. Good poem, but it triggered my memory of my pipe smoking days, sir. Gawd, at peace with the world, a good fill, sat on the river bank… Oh, dear! Hahaha!
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Ah, dear dad, he’d come off the colliery shift and wash and light his pipe and wait for dinner, when he had that pipe he was so calm.
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I understand that, Sir. ith the peripheral neuropathy I couldn’t even fill a bowl nowadays, let alone light it – Still, it stops me started again. Hehe! Cheers.
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That’s a positive in the negative hehe, yes, cheers.
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Beautifully described. Thank you for sharing your memory, Paul.
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Yes, a precious memory, thank you for treasuring it Amy.
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Reblogged this on OPENED HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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I am guilty, but i love smoking. 😉 xx Michael
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Beautifully written ❤️
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Oh, how I miss my pipe and Erinmore Mixture, Paul. Sob!
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O I remember Erinmore well, Loved the smell. I had a pipe for a time, Players, Dunhill have good flake back then. Yes, the stuff that’s not good for you is so wonderful.
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Ah, those were the days my friend.
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They sure were
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