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Up to Here with the Weather ... (I.P.)

Posted by Silver Spun Sand on December 4, 2010 - 15:45
from the ABC set Silver Spun Sand Poems

and up to here with you,
along with all your bullshit.
You can’t abide me smoking
in the flat; that’s why
I’m out here, on the roof
on this dismal afternoon...

O.K. I will pack it in – one
of these days; cigarettes,
amongst a good few other things,
bad for my health as they are,
are something to hold on to...

‘So what’s wrong with right now?’
I ask myself – aiming the butt
of, what could possibly be,
my very last fag,
at an ink-black puddle;
my fate decided
by the flick of a wrist.

Down below – some brat
slams his ball
against the pavement,
and someone yells
for somebody called
Tracey to get her arse
inside – finish
the washing up...

Frozen to the bone,
go back to the stairwell
of this god-awful
tenement block; treading
the selfsame steps
that hope once trod
a year or so ago;

all alone – except for
a mangy tabby cat
that’s taken a shine to me
and a rubbish cigarette...
I can't even throw straight.

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Comments

Beeme | December 4, 2010 - 19:18

Awwh this is really sad Tina but very well written as always. A poignant poem, very well done on the cherry :)

Beeme xxx

Silver Spun Sand | December 4, 2010 - 19:32

My thanks to you, as ever Beeme. Hope you are keeping warm this weekend;-)

Tina xxx

lenchenelf | December 5, 2010 - 00:00

Very good, plunges the reader straight into the moment. I like the voice, just the right amount of sardonic humour. atb lena xx

Silver Spun Sand | December 5, 2010 - 08:40

Lena, my thanks to you for, as always, appreciating the finer points;-)

Have a great weekend.

Tina xx

luigi_pagano | December 5, 2010 - 09:28

I take my hat off to you, Tina. You have hit the bull's eye once again. I can empathise with the situation as I know the effort it takes to give up the dreaded cig. As usual a well told tale but, forgive me for asking, should it be under the category of 'Love'?
Cue here for sending you my love.

Luigi xxx

Silver Spun Sand | December 5, 2010 - 10:49

Dear Luigi - and I take my hat off to you;-) That 'old devil love' comes in all sort of guises, so it would all depend on one's point of view, I guess.

Which of course is my cue, indeed, for sending you mine;-) Have a sunny weekend - hopefully, frost-free!!

Tina xxx

Kahdai | December 5, 2010 - 11:48

Ah its miserable, yet many lovely things in it;
for someone else)
that’s why I’m out here, on the roof
are bad for health)
are something to hold on to...
yet thrown away)
ink-black puddle
/still/ treading)
the selfsame steps
that hope once trod
a year or so ago;
alone, /except/)
tabby cat that’s taken a shine to me
there you go Tina ,!
its a happy one after all ;) K x

Silver Spun Sand | December 5, 2010 - 11:53

Sure thing, Kahdai;-) Thank you for reading and I hope you have a happy day, too.

Tina x

Highhat | December 5, 2010 - 11:56

The underlying tone of what.) Desperation? Frustration? Yes we all should give up smoking- ha that is an essence but I understand the love bit- the narrator is a bit annoyed at her/his love having to go up onto the roof of this despondent place. Well done Tina- I really liked this poem.
;)Pia

Silver Spun Sand | December 5, 2010 - 13:03

Thanks for reading, Pia. Glad you enjoyed;-)

Tina

MistakenMagic | December 5, 2010 - 20:44

Brilliant poem, Tina - made me laugh out loud! Ah, the old argument with oneself about quitting - never works does it? ;)

Magic xxx

Silver Spun Sand | December 5, 2010 - 21:17

No...you're right there;-) Many thanks for reading.

Tina xxx