By Leo Milmet
the clock struck midnight.
he was alone on the balcony.
all the people who had disturbed the peace
were long gone.
and there was peace.
quiet.
the contrasting lights of the moonlight and his cigarette
drew more of his attention than any care in the world.
it was midnight on a breezy summer night,
and he sat, contemplating his life.
to his surprise, he felt
joy.
Editor: Holden Hartle
Impressive picture.
with vivid images.
If this is autobiographical,
i celebrate the author’s unexpected joy….
……however…….
“CIGARETTE” ??!!??!!
oh noLeo
noLeo
noLeo
therefore not thou
no Leo
It’s not autobiographical at all. It’s fictional poetry. I’ve never smoked a cigarette in my life. No matter how beautiful I find them when they’re lit and no matter how atmospheric the haze they create can be, the smell absolutely disgusts me. I grew up around some people who have suffered the consequences of a lifestyle that included smoking and drinking.