A Bottle Spins Searching For A Grin: Post Office Closes At Four...

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Open Poetry #50

A Bottle Spins Searching For A Grin: Post Office Closes At Four...

Bluesy Socrateaser
Member Elite

since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

0 posted 2018-04-20 03:37 AM

Taking seats in opposition
around an earthen table,
a lady enters the room wearing
little but a disfigured crown

She carefully concocts
bourbon sodas over ice,
weaning a despondent bottle
of its fleeting auburn tears

As the three lose inhibition,
an old game is transformed
by a new one that is spun
...I’m told nobody won

...just bein' Bluesy

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

1 posted 2018-04-20 04:45 AM

Bluesy,

"weaning a despondent bottle
of its fleeting auburn tears"

It is great lines like these that make your poetry so good and unmistakable Bluesy.

JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

2 posted 2018-04-20 10:06 AM

I can't agree more to what Lori said. You do have a special way with your verse.

~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~

Bluesy Socrateaser
Member Elite

since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

3 posted 2018-04-20 11:54 AM

Many thanks, Miss Lori.

Your replies exceed any poetry of mine.

...just bein' Bluesy

Bluesy Socrateaser
Member Elite

since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

4 posted 2018-04-20 11:57 AM

I very much appreciate your reading and comments, Jerry.

You've always been a 'column' of this 'community'. I hope you stick around for a long[er] time!

Thanks again!

...just bein' Bluesy

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