The Mayo Jar Gets A Fingerprint

Showing the mayo jar that holds my heart

 

This hurts more than

I'll let on, the bottles

I'm collecting tell

a different story,

but everyone knows

how booze gives a kaliediscopic

view of the scenerey

right before the room

flips you onto the ceiling

 

This jar, on my fridge,

I almost handed it over,

and it hurts, I've not been

interested in showing the dusty,

easy-to-open lid in quite

sometime. Thankfully,

or thank you sobriety

for putting it back where

it goes, out of your reach

 

That's not fair

 

But this is safer

for me. I've said enough,

I peeled the skin off,

and it's just as painful

my nerves are exposed

I'm open to barbs, salt

if you will

I threw caution down

the stairs and said

 

"This is what is is"

 

And I think I shouldn't

have been so f*****g stupid

The goddamned lesson I had

to remember, I blame the

bottle, it's safer to blame

the cause and not the action

 

I resign to my status,

the side of the road, with

the wildflowers that go unpicked

no matter how bright

no matter how pretty

Reviews

[Jonathan Ballam]

Tender, gentle and honest. This poem scrapes the bottom of a soul and brings back a few thoughts you may have forgotten about.

Personally I'd re-think using the word barbs, which is a bit of an 'iffy' word for me. It can become a lazy description.

Besides my little knit-pick... fantastic write!

[Doctor JKC]

As you know there is no behavior in the bottle.
I keep it for relaxing to creativity.
It's a fact for artists.
As far as mayo goes, my last wife ate it
right out of the fridge by the spoonfuls.
A sight no one should behold!

What is with these reviewers who copy
and paste nearly every line?

Resignation is both a beginning
and a beginning,
Jack

[Antonio Valentino]

Amazing writing Angel, I'm having trouble finding the words!

Brilliant!
Antonio

[Tommy]

I can always come to your page, read one of your pieces, and feel that I am not alone; seeing that someone else gets it.

"This hurts more than
I'll let on, the bottles
I'm collecting tell
a different story,
but everyone knows
how booze gives a [kaleidoscopic]
view of the [scenery]
right before the room
flips you onto the ceiling"

How true and often do I find the meanings of these words.


"But this is safer
for me. I've said enough,
I peeled the skin off,
and it's just as painful
my nerves are exposed
I'm open to barbs, salt
if you will
I threw caution down
the stairs and said"

"This is what is is"

Once again you have done an excellent job of expressing the all too real reality that some have to deal with on a daily basis when trying survive this life.

Thanks for sharing you, with me; it helps to know that someone else gets it.

RLG,
Tommy

[Adam McWhorter]

Wow... I've been gone far too long. Lol.

I forgot how good some of my friends' writing was and is... Of course when i say "friends", you are certainly among them.

Where do I start?... Well, for starters, I f*****g love this poem :) The flow. The rhythm. The imagery. The word choice... It's all so well crafted. To me, it appears you thought of every word before writing it (the way it would look, sound, feel); but yet the stanzas flow with such grace, it's like it took no thought at all... Like the words just came to you. They are very good words... Thus I'm debating on whether they were natural or intentional. Either way, it doesn't really matter. It's a great poem.

I like the way the speaker fights with her own sobriety as if it were an actual person...

"...thank you sobriety
for putting it back where
it goes, out of your reach

That's not fair

But this is safer
for me..."

In my opinion, the voice changes there from the original speaker to the personification of her sobriety there... I like that.

Another good bit-

"...but everyone knows
how booze gives a kaliediscopic
view of the scenerey
right before the room
flips you onto the ceiling..."

Those of us who drink, drank, or used drugs of any sort know EXACTLY what you're trying to say there. I love the metaphor for the way things look when you're fucked up. "Kaleidoscopic"... It's even beautiful to look at. Lol... Oh, btw... My spell check is saying your spelling in the poem isn't right for that. I don't know if you knew that already...

Perhaps my favorite part of the whole poem is the ending...

"I resign to my status,
the side of the road, with
the wildflowers that go unpicked
no matter how bright
no matter how pretty"

The thought process of the speaker is very similar to the way I think of things. I think that's why I like it. The imagery of these unappreciated wildflowers is simply beautiful. I love it...

Anyway... That's what I thought of your poem. A little rambly, but if you remember correctly, that's how I was 2 years ago... That s**t ain't changed. Lol. It's good to be back... :)

Look forward to reading and catching up on more of your work. Much love - Adam

[Narnie]

One of my favourites... I like the analogy and it's not too complex to stop us 'getting' it straight away but enigmatic enough to keep us wondering. Very bright, very pretty, you are Poetess, xxx