Outpouring

Poured sweet liquid amber

 

In memory

 

Which overflowed,

Spilled over,

Flooded…

 

So I poured another

 

Trying to forget.

Reviews

[Clockwork]

Toasting to the memory of a person is truly a paradox. The gesture honors the best memories of the person while dulling our perceptions of them in the process. Maybe sometimes the raw emotions are too much to handle without liquid courage. Well written, Rita.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Christian. Memories are so tricky - warm and sweet, yet so hard to handle at times.

[Lizardo]

Very interesting, Kind of like saying ''I'll drink to forget'' (sorry if I'm wrong)
I like the poem, this is really good

[Rita L. Sev]

Yes, very much like that. We say we will toast someone's memory, and then we wish to drown the memory because it is painful... Oh, human nature... Thank you, Lizardo.

[Woody]

one to remember and one to forget? just trying to make light of it, sorry. I find this sad and sweet.

[Rita L. Sev]

No worries - I make light of most situations - and yes, there is an element of that in this piece. Thank you, Woody!

[Sami Khalil]

"So I poured another

Trying to forget."

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Sami

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).....

[Sami Khalil]

"Poured sweet liquid amber

In memory

Which overflowed,
Spilled over,
Flooded…"

[ANTO]

There is no forgetting. There is only remembering or subconscious avoidance of remembering. This touched me Rita. thank you

[Rita L. Sev]

Anto! So good to see you again! Yes, no forgetting, and most of my memories are so good... thus, the sadness... Thank you.

[ANTO]

Its great to hear from you too Rita. :)

[icelandicblue]

Rita,

There is such pain and loss in this piece. The kind of loss that cannot be made whole ever again. There is no amount of liquor nor tears that can make it be like it was before. I am so sad...

[Rita L. Sev]

Bittersweet memories were making me sad when I wrote this piece... it's bound to happen sometimes. But Life has a way of offering more sweet when needed... Thank you, Blue.

[Marie]

THis sounds like tears, not liquor, to me.

[Rita L. Sev]

You got it, Marie! (as usual...) :)

[Baby Ricochet]

Careful with those things. Drink enough of them and cops show up

[Rita L. Sev]

Too true! Thanks, Mark!

[Einstein Noodle]

what a different style and subject for you Rita .. i am not a scholar and can not say where ..but in the Bible (somewhere) i recall a passage that states that we drink to forget ... i am pretty susceptible to more than one pint of stout beer per day or rarely 2-3 shots of my best Irish whiskey .. and more rare still several shots of good tequila .. anything more than that was long ago given up ... there is nothing worse than a drunken and sick teen :{
the somber melancholy of your poem is poignant and speaks volumes in a shot .. huge stories inside your lines .. love it! nice one!
E.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you so much, E. I actually rarely imbibe more than one glass of wine, but at this time of year we often drink "in memory". Sometimes those memories are just too hard...

[Einstein Noodle]

they can be for sure .. love to you :)
E.