An Onomatopoeia in Timeragingliberty (44) in poetry • 8 years ago I flick my Zippo and clink Nostalgic fumes; Always causing me to think The flame ignites my pipe, poof One tender love Other gals: I am aloof The tobacco, it sizzles Pour ma chérie Novelty never fizzles My door’s hinges now creaking Twenty-one years The old faucet is leaking How the time passes, tick-tock Hair turning grey How I long to break the clock. The morning rooster, it crows Reminding me, “That was many years ago.” Burnt tobacco, it crunches Nicotine numbs Memories come in bunches Man-in-the-Moon rises, whisp... He laughs at me Summertime air turning crisp Her face flashing with a bang T’was but a dream Such a cruel, sudden pang Ashes to the ashtray, whoosh The bygones…gone A new endeavor to push Hear now the aeroplane roar Ten thousand klicks Rigamarole nevermore! The long-awaited kiss, smack! I am complete Never, ever looking back *************** --For A.R. May no one forget his or her first love and the longing for life's primordial romance. Follow Raging Liberty on Steemit! (@ragingliberty) poetry writing life romance love