A cigarette burns
in a supermarket bin,
releasing a pungent
chemical cocktail cloud
that engulfs my path
sticking to my hair, clothes and lungs.
The bush burns
leaving trees silhouetted
against a sunburnt sky.
Ash drifts,
delicate pieces
skimming across my windscreen,
disintegrating with each breath of wind.
A city burns
toxic streets suffocate
in hate, blood and flames,
clouded by self-absorbed cowards
releasing pungent smells of woe is me
to a world with a peg on its nose
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I prefer my own personal scent-repelling bubble, permeated only by aromas pre-approved by my brain. Some examples of which are… fruit pies, forest floor in spring, autumn beach, winter rain and champagne.
Wonderful metaphors in your poem.
Nice to meet you via dVerse.
I need one of those bubbles…heaven!
powerful write…scary world we live in these days…all the burning and hate in the streets…ugh…nice capture…
It’s this real, very messed up world gone all poetical! Potent write…from the small invaders…to the world invaders. Thought this a great write.
wow..powerful…a good write.
“clouded by self-absorbed cowards” couldn’t have said it better. Wonderful write, amazing how much of this crap there is out there. Just don’t let anyone burn my little rhyming butt..haha
I hate cigarettes smells. And those last lines are grim images of blood and hate in the streets… great piece !
Powerful…. the pungeant realities of this day.
powerful words for sure – you paint a frightening picture…increasing the tension stanza after stanza…well done