08-09-2016

Heart Anatomy Poetry #3 // words I left to die at the back of my mouth

But love,

What are you going to do,

when you're cloaked

deep in the night,

and you've reached 

the bottom of a bottle

and still 

can't see the stars?

Author's Note

Just a little one I wrote.

I haven't been as active as much. I've been very much cloaked deep in the night and the traffic of life, so to put it. I hope to find the chance pretty soon to drop by your space. Kindness doesn't go unnoticed. Hope you're all doing well.

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

They are only temporary pleasures, here today gone tomorrow... When we are in a situation like that we hardly see what damage we are doing ourselves, no warning no advice work at that time, and behave like we are fine but we know where we are heading, we just do not accept the reality... I think it's a very peaceful way of conveying the message... Good to see you frnd...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Alice Poésy]

Such wise words, Dhiman! Denial can be such a dangerous thing.

Thank you so much for your kind words and for stopping by. Always a pleasure :).

[Deuces]

You almost describe's life's frustration in this poem. Perhaps there is no true "win" or "goal reached" and the ride is all we must enjoy. The stars, perhaps are really never meant to be see.

Enjoying your writing. I'll be back for more.

[forgotten_ghosts]

So dark and powerful, yet so peaceful! You paint with words and create the most beautiful and convincing images. You are a real poet!

[WittyWonka]

That's a great question. I answered this for myself, long, long ago. I traded the bottle for a new lease on life and moved to a rural town with no street lights. Seems it worked because I see millions of stars now on cloudless nights.

[Alice Poésy]

This is such stunning comment to go with it.

I hope you'll continue to find new constellations every night of your life. Thank you very much for stopping by.

[WittyWonka]

You are most welcome. I am really enjoying your writing because it resonates with me.

[Alice Poésy]

I'm glad it does! I'm finding the same thing in your work.

[andrew mitchell]

a poignant write, dark and somewhat peaceful, the drowning in drink or in sorrow, never really seeing the light of day as it is and only those around see the damage done.

[Alice Poésy]

Very well put! Those on the outside can sometimes see things more objectively than those on the inside.

Thank you for stopping by. It was really great to hear your thoughts :)

[Lorry]

Says a lot in so few words. Such a powerful thought, hearing those words spoken at the intended, leaving them food for thought if they remember through the hangover. I gave up drinking for the most part three years ago because a friend was losing himself within the bottle. Turns out I lost a friend because of it and he still hits it hard. Could have done with showing him your words here, your words warn that you can't outrun life and boozing to forget only makes you remember. Great short piece.

[Alice Poésy]

Such a bittersweet comment to read. Awfully sorry about your friend. When the curtains of alcohol evaporate, we have nothing left but to face the life we have. Not matter what, it always catches up to us.

Thank you so much for stopping by and leaving such an honest review! Take care.

[Lorry]

You're welcome :)

[V]

That's a short but lovable piece though with a heavy content. I like the images a lot. You paint with words too, something a little dark and thoughtful but beautiful. I always imagine your poems like photos or scenes.

[Alice Poésy]

Thank you so much for your wonderful words, Vanessa! It makes me smile to know that my little verses give off images or scenes.

Always a pleasure to hear your thoughts! Thank you for stopping by :)

[V]

Always a pleasure to read your pieces. :)

[Alice Poésy]

As is always a pleasure to read yours :)

[V]

Thank you again. I think we might drown in complimenting each other one day but what a pleasant way to go down, lol.

[Alice Poésy]

This is so true, haha! Wouldn't have it any other way, though.

[V]

Good, haha.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

even if the bottom of that bottle is clear...the stars don't become visible with the help of what's inside.

clear vision is all that can help us see life in perspective.

[Alice Poésy]

Ah, such wise words, Jacob. Indeed you are right. Thank you for stopping by!

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

You wrote a short and strong poem, like an alcoholic shot of life. Life is not always a beautiful drink on the rocks. I also like how the whole poem was a question. Great write. I hope the world around you relaxes. Have a great day! :)

[Alice Poésy]

"An alcoholic shot of life" what a wonderful way to put it, Cyprian! I loved that phrase.
read more"An alcoholic shot of life" what a wonderful way to put it, Cyprian! I loved that phrase.

Thank you ever so much for your kindness. The world is quieter today :). I wish you a good day, too!

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Thank you and thank you for the inspiration :)

[Asante]

This poem is one descriptive, ironically sobering question alongside being a wonderfully brief write. Gripping, for its not-as-lengthy stature. :)

We can only run for as long as attrition hasn't kicked in. Whether that be us running away on foot, floating by on distraction, rafting away on the contents of a bottle, etc. We've all had our bouts with it, but you've vividly framed an accurate picture of the chase coming to a near-conclusion: Whomever, chasing after themselves. Or whomever, if this piece may be about someone else.

That's the beauty in it. This can span a fractured, distant relationship between two people, or this can be a me, myself, and I kind of write.

Wonderfully written, and forever a pleasure, Alice. x