Ouch … the lone single person at a party; no curves to caress … no lips to kiss … but the bottles. Next time you are under than table look for me. I will be the one in half-lotus. ;)
Strong emotions, some time I used to wonder what a huge difference it will make if there are two great hearts can be together forever may be partial heaven on earth, but reality it won't happen all the times, it is way better than some poking our hearts with forks, a job well done dear poet
The knife gets sharper, the drinks get watered down and the gathering is finding no companion to break the bread of love. Sad and touching, sir...:).............
Laissez-faire seeps under the door ...crowds out ... dulls knives ... sucks life ... an amazing balance of vulnerability and stupor ... when tequila refuses to stiffen ... the only place to slide is under that table ... what an incredible write says i! ... after reading a couple times and digesting .. its your title that nails the coffin and covers me .. you should be very proud of this poem in my opinion! such misery can find no companion.
E.
oh, man...this is heavy, heavy writing...so much heartache has left the speaker with no confidence and all he wants to do is scoot away or hide beneath the table... when love leaves it does leave one homeless, doesn't it?...great write, my friend
Liquor is often a confidence booster, but the heady assertiveness soon wears off. Sounds like love has served up just too many rancid dishes and you are ready to walk away. I'm not sure anyone TRULY gives up on love. There is always that little crumb of hope left on the plate...the one that can't be washed away. Great metaphor. Lydi*
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
that crumb gets smaller and less easy to see.
thank you, Lydi, for your words.
.. read morethat crumb gets smaller and less easy to see.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..