Cigarette Smoke: a reblog for Thursday Inspiration

I’m reblogging this in response to Jim’s Thursday Inspiration Smoke gets in your eyes.
I remember the Platters version of this as well as Bryan Ferry. It is also a golden oldie I used to play many years ago.
It was not unusual for my own cigarette smoke to make my eyes water, and two colleagues n the office gave up together but would come down to inhale the smoke from existing smokers instead. Of course today public places, restaurants, offices, theatres and public transport are all non- smoking.
When I tried to give up in the 80s prior to meeting Hubby, so called friends would blow smoke in my face and tease ‘Go on, have a drag.’
I often wonder if they are still smokers, or if they are actually still around, after all, that part of my life is 32 years ago.
Hubby and I quit in 1991 and began our married life as non-smokers. Apart from one solitary puff that Christmas, I have not touched, or wanted, a cigarette since.


This slowly rising plume
Attracts a kind of macabre beauty.
cigarette smoke
Tendrils drift in an exotic dance,
Hypnotic in their wake.
smoke triplets
Luring you in to a false
Sense of security and belonging
smoke heart

Until it’s too late
And the damage is done

skull smoke

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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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10 Responses to Cigarette Smoke: a reblog for Thursday Inspiration

  1. Liz says:

    I was so glad when pubs had to be smoke free. Dad was a smoker.
    I loved being at the pub as a child, but hated the smoke filled room. I remember the sting in my eye and feeling I couldn’t breathe at times.

  2. Your illustrations of smoke are very artistic, thanks for joining in my challenge Di.

  3. I remember going to public places and smelling cigarette or cigar smoke, as they weren’t banned as they are now. Utah, being the rather religious place it is, probably had a lot fewer smokers than elsewhere, but we also had miners and a lot of rowdies sometimes (cowboys or others) who did smoke I’m sure. I remember one restaurant – an old trolley car this woman had converted into a sort of diner. She was a real character from the bad old days in Salt Lake’s red-light district, and she mainly catered to the frat boys from the University of Utah which wasn’t far from where she set up her diner. She had a lot of chihuahua dogs, who were surly and would bite the unwary or overly excitable person on the ankles or whatever tender bits they could reach. Anyway, eventually the ‘smoking section’ law came into effect in Salt Lake, and all restaurants were required to segregate the smokers from the non-smokers. The diner woman (who smoked herself), made a little hand-made sign which she hung over the counter at the first stool in the line of them going down the counter (it wasn’t a big place, only had counter seating). The sign read “Non-Smoking Section”.

  4. Archon's Den says:

    My parents smoked like it was mandatory. I hated riding in the car with them on cold winter days, when the windows were closed tight. What didn’t waft back from them in the front seat, exuded from the upholstery. My brother and I got headaches and upset stomachs. Two little spots on her lung finally convinced her that she – and Dad – were quitting. πŸ˜€

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