Edward nigma
Edward nigma
Oct 25, 2020

the last thing I saw

The last thing I saw
Was the soft
Silvery smoke
Of my burnt
Brown cigar.
Swirling round
and round
Forever
Bounded
In darkness.
My eyes then
Cried their last
tears as all
Thoughts and fears
Slowly disappear
without a care.
Just like the
Smoke as it fades
into the air.

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Region, Country: Virginia, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allan Poe homer Dante Alighieri Oscar Wilde

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Lavender

Hello, Edward,
I hope to hear more regarding the meaning of this one, although it feels a bit private. In a way, it reminds me of William Carlos Williams' "The Red Wheelbarrow" - brief and direct while using color as a bold statement. I really like it. There are a couple places where plural and singular words seem to conflict: "my eyes then cried its (their) last tears" and "thoughts and fears slowly disappears (disappear). I really like the form and the flow and rhythm, they enhance the image of the swirling, silvery smoke.
Thank you!
L

Edward nigma

“If one hears bad music it is ones duty to drown it out with conversation”
Oscar Wilde the picture of Dorian gray .