Open Poetry #13 |
Getting drunk |
walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
In a daze, I write. I wish that, I could mellow out. to think more clear, to drink my sorrows, with my right hand. I cannot discern, no decisions, I recommend. Perhaps I can do it after 3 beers. I have no guts, I'm just stuck. But for now I'll contemplate, the idea of getting drunk. |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
to drink my sorrows, with my right hand. Love that line. I've got a great recipe for a purple crayon martini, if you're interested. And well...you don't sound stuck to me. Well done! |
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Katherine Chandler Member
since 2001-03-07
Posts 280Florida, USA |
I'm not so sure you're stuck walker, perhaps you have only paused for a moment of sanity. Great poem. BTW, thanks for the letter, I'm glad you enjoyed the article I sent. Kate Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Walker...(you don't mind me capitalizing the "W" do you? Now, have a pretzel, while I ENJOY your poem. Bob |
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