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Tequila Rose (repost) |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
She sat on the same bar stool each night a pack of Marlboro on the bar to her right The smoke drifted up towards the ceiling fan she looked like an angel waiting for a man Tequila was her drink of choice after three, it did something to her voice jer laugh was throaty and grandiose the barkeep called her Tequila Rose After six drinks, she staggered to her feet another night, without a lover to meet waving to all, she left the bar threw up in the parking lot, beside her car She went home, paid the sitter to leave then kneeled by her toilet waiting to heave when she passed out, it was quarter to four in the morning her kids found her there on the floor Every night, the routine was just the same every night it was to the same bar she came ordered Tequila, one after another drowning the sorrows of a single mother One night she met a man who gave her wink he laughed as he bought her drink after drink she blacked out at quarter to four woke up at noon passed out on the floor Her car was gone, her money too she was hungover, didn’t know what to do the faces of her children swam in her head she felt like she swallowed a kilo of lead She grabbed a cab promising the driver a check then rushed home looking like last night’s wreck the cops were there, taking her kids from their bed they were screaming loudly “my mommie is dead” She ran from the cab to set them all straight crying hysterically because she was late “Sorry Ma’am” the police officer said “These poor little kids! Their mother is dead” “No!” She cried, “I’m their mother I’m here Please, just let me go change, let me have one beer” then the door of her house opened wide and a sheet-covered stretcher was wheeled outside As it passed close to her, Rose lifted the sheet and she saw the face she hoped never to meet It was she, lying dead on that cart! It was then she woke up, a pain in her heart. She ran from her bed and checked in the mirror though ragged and tired, she found she was here A dream, she thought, a nightmare of course she laughed and laughed until she was hoarse! But that night she sat on the same bar stool smoking a her Marlboro trying to look cool The smoke drifted up towards the ceiling fan she looked like an angel waiting for a man |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
One of your best... good to see it again! |
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Neala Member
since 1999-08-21
Posts 262Florida, USA |
*claps* Well enjoyed havn't read anything by you in quite a while, glad to see it again. -Neala |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
This gem is already in my library, thanks for posting it again for the newbies, this is one of your finest. Take care, Melissa~ "Poetry is not an opinion expressed... |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I remember this one, Sharon. Hmmm...must have read this one when I was SOBER. I thought then and think now, that it's an excellent portray from someone who has not "lived the life." Sure sign of an excellent writer. |
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Goodknight Member Elite
since 2002-06-15
Posts 2386Ohio, USA |
powerful story - powerful poem - wonderfully written - just great!!! Paul |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Fantastic write Sharon... Very powerful piece with a strong message. ~Hugs~ |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Wow............... Just ... the way you're able to craft so much depth, and make the beginning and ending stanzas the same t' boot .... I have a lot to learn from you.  More, please!These smiling eyes are just a mirror for the sun. |
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Krishankins
since 2002-06-23
Posts 972Texas |
It's a sad piece. I love the message it gives out. It's a wonderful write Sharon!! Krishankins A bird never flies so high that it can't hit the ground |
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mycafe Senior Member
since 2002-05-23
Posts 584 |
This is a poem that tells a thousand stories! So glad that you reposted it, a great write ! mycafe Keep counting your blessings |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
This was a terrific read. Your cadence was flawless and your words took us full circle to look at all the aspects and angles of the story. I truely enjoyed this one very much. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
What a masterful poetic story.....well done! |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Thank you all!! This is perhaps my favorite form of poetry - the story with a kick!  |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown |
I am glad you reposted this. I don't think I saw it the first time. This is a wonderful story. But, very sad. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggssssssss) Oh Sharon, this is s very sad, sweet friend, it saddened me to see she had no guilt after the nightmare and she continued to drown herself like so many other sdo, sweet friend, my heart goes out to her and everyone who relates to this sorrow! (sad sigh) This is excellent, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Sharon, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Anvrill Senior Member
since 2002-06-21
Posts 710in the interzone now |
Somehow, it reminds me of the video for Bad Girl... My mind does the weirdest things like that. Good read. "Es ist Folter, aber ich bin fast dort." Robert Smith's Torture in Deutsch. |
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