That Night, Rather Every

But a glass of elderflower wine can make your night.

Some blue pills and some wine

inhaling the bliss of a blank in & out.

Realism hid itself behind a fog,

teardrops vaporized,

& the heart got back its wings.

Dead sunk into the cushion of contentment,

life seemed but a bed of black roses.

Being alive resembled a merry horse-ride,

Sore eyelids erasing the saddest of its stories,

eyelashes welcoming the peace of nothing,

& letting out the chaos of everything.

The nerves were not in sync,

and the illogical sounded logical.

That night...

.....that glass of cold potion

poured in tranquility;

poured in me a power to defy the truth.

& i bathed in the blood 

of a Thunderbird I shot that night.

I went on stitching a shawl of happiness 

with a thread of unhappiness

till dawn...

& the next night 

went awn & awn & awn!

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is amazing writing! I love the way your message blends a straightforward truthful statement about burying one’s misery in addiction, along with plenty of subtle nuanced metaphors to describe how life can feel meaningless or hopeless –the second stanza is especially strong in vivid imagery to represent sad chaos. I love contrasting phrases you’ve crafted so well: “the illogical sounded logical” . . . and “stitch shawl of happiness with thread of unhappiness” (that last one is a powerful statement!) The title is also subtle, suggesting that addictive behavior happens EVERY night, but not coming right out to say that fully (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[NEHA]

A nice one..though after quite a lot of hard work!

[Prynka]

This is the second poem of ur's Im reading and I think i have already fallen in love with your words. I like the way you write so directly, so expressively. Superb ya.

[NEHA]

Ones again I bend low my head in courtesy....
Thanks for stopping by this poem!
😄😄

[Arjun Singh]

There were bits here and there I read and re-read just because they sounded amazing.
This was kinda nice, and the title just adds to it.
Good Work!

[NEHA]

Though a delayed one but an honest & warm-hearted 'thank you' !

[Paul Bell]

You have a lovely direct way of conveying a poem.
The tools of the trade.
A bottle of wine, and a journey into oblivion.
Like your stuff.

[NEHA]

Yours is even more ecstatic than this....
However thank you for your applause!
Keep reading, Paul!!!

[Lost_Soul]

I love the wording. I love how I feel so connected to these poems.

[NEHA]

I'M GLAD THAT YOU LOVED IT!
#CHEERS

[Lost_Soul]

LOL *Double Cheers*

[Hardboiled Capitalism]

I really love the imagery in this piece. The figurative language also adds so much to the meaning. "Realism hid itself behind a fog," was one of my favorite lines. Just beautiful

[NEHA]

thanks you very much!
#cheers

[Lydia Shutter]

stitching a shawl of happiness
with a thread of unhappiness

our lives are made up of emotions...both happy and sad. it is not always easy to keep a good balance of the two. not sure drinking wine and taking pills is a way to deal with anything, but it does add a nice touch to the words here. the conflict of emotion is powerful in your words. Lydi**

[NEHA]

i utterly agree at your disapproval of pills and wine..
i just added them to enhance the effect of the poem, thank you very much!
I'll try and get something optimistic next time!