Thanks you both for reading. This poem was inspired by family and friends who smoke, how the nicotine stains everything - the walls, fingers, skin, lungs - yellow.
At the risk of plagiarizing myself: If they'd put that warning on the cigarettes it'd be a lot more effective than the Surgeon General's warning. I will always associate the Surgeon General with C. Everette Koop, no matter who it actually is, (much as people associate fried chicken with Col. Sanders), and that hyperactive soul patch or whatever it is growing on his chin makes him very difficult to take seriously.
By day, I'm an uptight and proper academic - you know, a publish or perish type who resides in tall towers with the likes of Rapunzul. In the evening, I morph into a lovable mom and wife, play with my children, hang with the hubby.
But when darkness falls and the house stills, I write.
Wow Linda, you are a talented wit! Great poem, very active, tearing, thunder.
ReplyDeleteThe poem is full of such vivid imagery. It filled me with dread.
ReplyDeleteCongrats on having 'Yellow' posted at Every Day Poets.
Jai
Thanks you both for reading. This poem was inspired by family and friends who smoke, how the nicotine stains everything - the walls, fingers, skin, lungs - yellow.
ReplyDeleteNot my favorite color. Peace, Linda
Not mine either.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem. It really is vivid and lasting. You are such a gifted poet.
well said and great photo to lead into it from your place
ReplyDeleteAt the risk of plagiarizing myself: If they'd put that warning on the cigarettes it'd be a lot more effective than the Surgeon General's warning. I will always associate the Surgeon General with C. Everette Koop, no matter who it actually is, (much as people associate fried chicken with Col. Sanders), and that hyperactive soul patch or whatever it is growing on his chin makes him very difficult to take seriously.
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Thanks JC!
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