From The Whiskey To The Grey

  

Whiskey memories breathe

down your inflamed throat,

The smell is a welcome relief

to your dying wish.

 

The corner offers dark sanctuary

from love and pain

allowing you to pass judgment

on those already condemned.

 

Reluctant veins accept

the pending destruction

that keeps them alive

but hardens the heart.

 

Spiraling madness becomes the answer

to all those questions unasked

but haunt the soul long enough

to make the spirit gray.

 

Reviews

[Belinda Rice]

Dale yet again another great peice you ave did here I am glad to see you still writing and to let you know i just did three new poems my self cause i know you asked when I was going to write again , but any way this is about you lol, you touch alot of people hearts the way you write you bring tears at some points and yet joy in others...you have a very special way about you and I am glad to have you as a friend and to be able to read your work...You inspire me to go on and you bring out the best in every thing you write...koodo's dale....

[Anima Inspired]

This is both tragic and lovely...I like the imagery and the sentiment equally, and the tone is quite nice as well. There were a few places where I think that the flow may be a little off, but overall I was quite impressed with this one. There is a depth to this write that really made me stop and think...nicely done!

[Wildfleour]

A good write to exorcise the pain.

[Wanda S. Paryla]

Oh, yep, you've captured that Black Death poison in elegant words. Written very much like a scene from a film. I love it when a poem captures me like that. Of course, we don't all have to be alcoholics to experience this, as I am sure many of us have taken up a drink to dull the pain, but I have a sister who was an alcoholic for like 23 yrs (not anymore thank goodness), and this is her story. Great job, very sad and moving.

[Antony]

I am in awe of this excellent piece of poetry you have writen, the wording in this is just perfect, the sadness and despair is so heartfelt and spills out onto the page. It is funny and sad that we always choose to turn to that bottle for comfort, when we should be in the embrace of someones love. Fabulous job Dale.
Tony

[Angel Bird]

- ' King alcohol ' - - a dear friend in desperation, on which one can count on. Always welcoming, warming and true ... til daylight forcefully makes aware of its undeniable betrayal! ...

Real experience gives your words an incredible power.

Masterly description of drowning one's sorrow ...

Kudos!

[emmajoy]

Incredibly moving, tragic: ' Reluctant veins accept / the pending destruction / that keeps them alive / but hardens the heart.'

Beautifully created: the change from metre and length in alternating stanzas is like a change of thought or an added thought to a thought, slows down the reader too

Phrases skilfully contrived: 'Whiskey memories breathe /down your inflamed throat,'

Even though this is a sad, sad post: 'but haunt the soul long enough / to make spirit gray.' - you've created something beautiful.

[Laura E. Aranda]

What was your inspiration? I love the title to this one.....take care and hopefully you didn't take offense to my sarcastic remark I left on your comments page! I was just messing with you! lol
Cheers,lea

[Elizabeth]

Wow. This is why I quit drinking. I was afraid of ... what you so elegantly described. This is honest, and haunted. And beautiful.

[Norma J. Jessee]

Your words are heartbreaking Dale. And you have written them with such deep despair.
Hauntingly beautiful and so sad and lonely.