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wellnessthruplay
Jodi Eyraud
United States, CA

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I used to sit outside

Smoking cigarettes
into the night
I didn't have a stool
or a porch
just a three-inch step
that led to my
front door

there I contemplated
losing my life
looked down at
my legs
skinniest I have
ever seen
my hands trembled
from blood
poisoning my veins

what a scene
people passed by:
walking briskly
with their dogs,
children close by
on their bikes
sometimes lovers
holding hands

I smiled and greeted
them happily
in their vibrant
lives

I often wondered:
if they saw death
as they passed by
felt sorry for me,
or if they began
to question their
own lives

I sat on a step
My knees bent
Into my chest
There I would
Quietly rest, wait:
questioning fate

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isismarie Comment by: isismarie - 2006-10-03 09:08
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This is a very nice thought provoking piece. I really enjoyed the words and the way they flow. The story is nice and its a great way to put forth things people can actually relate to.
bonnieclarke Comment by: bonnieclarke - 2006-06-13 10:56
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Great poem. I smoke outside. It's a great place to think, as I'm puffing on the one thing that makes sense in life. Anyway, I dig the fact that it can be looked at in a variety of ways. Cool stuff Jodi!
wellnessthruplay Comment by: wellnessthruplay - 2006-06-12 18:36
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dd, it's not killing by smoking or a suicide...the person is dying from a disease. I love that it can be looked at about smoking and suicide...hits more readers
denisedee Comment by: denisedee - 2006-06-12 18:29
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well i must be daft. i didn't even catch this was referring to killing yourself by smoking!
i thought the narrator was smoking while contemplating suicide.
either way, i still like it as is.
suleem Comment by: suleem - 2006-06-12 15:05
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There is such judgement over smoking. I do not but I also feel that we dis-ease ourselves. If it is our karma to feel the issues of dis-ease we will butts or not.
Otherwise I loved your write.
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