Some pleasures that I’ve sought to shun
enjoyed would see my world undone
for am I not my mother’s son—
aware the bottle’s less than half
but daily forcing out a laugh
insisting on a full carafe;
and though it caused her cruel demise
I’ll snuggle up with all my lies
until the fire takes my eyes
unless I can remain stiff willed
embracing passions unfulfilled,
a spirit stronger when distilled.
Are You Reading Me?
4 comments:
This has a great sadness intertwined in the words; perhaps, it's the silence between.
It seems true emotions are portrayed thru the medium of this poem...
Great verbiage (like always) and last para is the killer!
Regards,
Dimple
http://poemshub.blogspot.com
Hey Noah, yes still much unresolved in this, thanks.
Hi Dimps, thanks to you again, I'm glad you found my site and I must add in your link.
This piece has a somber, haunting quality. The contrast between the subject matter and the nature of the expression also strikes me. To me, this piece is a dense nugget of intesity expressed in un-complicated language. Together, these two aspects make for an interesting tension.
(Interesting use of "carafe" in a poem, BTW. Can't recall ever seeing that word used in verse).
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