Woman, you moaned everyday at me to quit smoking till I finally did lol hope you ain't started either haha. But, that aside I like this, it's got a good ring to it. And as always your wording wasn't out of place, what makes your poetry so enjoyable babe is the feeling you put into it, it's as though you mean every word. Reading your poetry for years will do that lol. Great poem nana, you should be proud of this one.

Haha I definitely don't mean "real smoking"

and that was kind, I'm overwhelmed ..thank youu

Hun,

Everyone says that smoking is bad for you and it's true. It's like an addictive drug. A bad addictive drug.

The last stanza in this poem made me think that the idea of smoking wasn't exactly lighting up and smoking. It feels as though you were trying to say that they thought of you as the drug / poison. That you feel yourself this way too.

You don't want to be the poison that kills people.

Awesome piece!!!

x

Another piece from you enters into my favorites. Next week, I hope it would win.

I hate tobacco and its like and I'm intolerant to it if I'm around those that are smoking. Luckily I hardly find myself among smokers.. :)

Studies shows that those that inhale the toxic puff from the smokers are liable to worst risk than the actual smokers. So that's very alarming to all.
I believe it's a very defaming act, it's addictive and the repercussions are always unpleasant.

A different read and credible one at that. I love how you match-make words, it's beautiful and close to ones heart. A very interesting theme I must add, I enjoyed reading it, the rythm was flowing like a waterfall.

Excellent rose love, in my favourites already. Tabarakallah! ;)

Thank you Guys, this really aint about smoking "literally" it's a metaphor..but let's see what others come up with, while analyzing the piece!

thanks everyone :]

Well on a second read I thought about a love triangle here, sort of not exactly.

The girl is prefered to than the subject. And the girl is just a homebreaker or a nuisiance. Nothing good will come out been with her. So the subject is stuck with reality; getting on with her boo, while the smoke girl tags along cursing havoc.

Another idea, is the subject trying to move on with her life regarless of how bad stuffs are for her. She knows she's worth a goodwill but instead get treated unjustly. Reason been because of an intruder but she still hopes for the best to happen, the light of life shining upon her..

Those are my two other analysis of this theme. You tell, your the poet.. :)

Wow, Nana this poem is amazing! I love the metaphors, and the comparison to smoking and an ashtray...

I love this line: "not the type to be poisoned
by the sin of my own nicotine." >> very nicely worded.

"For my heart, is not an ashtray,
and I ? was never meant to be"

>> beautiful! I love the idea that your heart is not an ashtray, and how not just anyone can come and puff on you, and break your heart and hurt you... Really interesting comparison.

Also, I can't stand smoking! Though I know this poem isn't actually about smoking... but when people actually do puff smoke on you - it's the worst!!

Great job with this poem!! Love the title as well :)

I like punctuation - the use of question marks and in brackets made it really interesting.

Amazing piece!
The way I understood it is that sometimes when we come to a disagreement on certain topics, we try to stop and just hold on to what we are thinking because we don't want to create a dispute or a fight.

But then they just keep on lighting the cigaret and so the fire keeps consuming it and so its impossible to stop it. Until they get really angry and upset and so they just say what comes to their mind without thinking.

But you are saying that you are not an ashtray, sort of like. You are not there to hold the ashes that are left after the cigaret is gone.

OR how people feel after the fight or during the fight. That you are not their to collect them.. But somehow, you decided to join the argument because being the ashtray doesn't put a stop to stop smoking. So I guess you want them to see that if you also fire the cigaret then perhaps then they could understand that is not worthy.

That's how I see it..

Or that they are responsible for making you the way you are.. You got tired of it?

Double post..

Don't allow people to make you a lady who puffs on others for you Nana is above all the smoke and fire. You are a stella/star/estrela.
Awesome piece.

Seems like u got it right ;) :)
thank you karla!

I love the metaphoric content of this Nana, I mean, we are all full of hot air at times aren't we? and we all puff on others, and can fill others with our poisin as it were.

Never seen myself to
be swapped with a lady,
who randomly drafts gray gasps
around people,
not the type to be poisoned
by the sin of my own nicotine.
^^^^^^^^^
OK Nana, Bare with me, if this makes sense.
I loved this opening, it was full of strength and assurance, as if you were making a point, a statement to say that you are not someone who is weak, you are someone who can take it with a pinch of salt, it doesn't matter to you what others think. And you are a positive one.

I decided to quit smoking
right before the urge of
lighting a second cigarette,
reached the lump in my throat.
Then- they puffed on me.
^^^^^^
Here I got the sense that you were changing, that once upon a time, words hurt you, and you took it to heart but now you won't, and that others can really put you down but you are not someone to light up easy

Never wanted to be the
dust of a woman either,
so at times, like now...
I had to stump another last (?)
glowing red head in their face.
^^^^^^^^
You can get angry easy but you don't ignite that anger on yourself, and that you are strong willed and can give as good as you get

For my heart, is not an ashtray,
and I ? was never meant to be
who I am today, but people
made out of me;
a lady who puffs on others.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^
I loved the ending almost as much as I loved the start.

Nana,
you are one in a million!!! Girl, I loved this,
mwah
xxxxxx

Fascinating. I get the image that you and the cigarette are one and the same. You are a gray cloud and your heart is not an ashtray. Nice allegory.

Weekly Contest, Judge comments:

This is one hell of a poem! The title was definitely very intriguing and creative, as was the content, to say that you are full of hot air and others always puff there smoke on you is a great image, it was really well written, with amazing metaphors and wording... a really good piece that deserves a win this week.