Catastrophe for Friend Ray

cynical sonnet

 

 

Catastrophe.

 

He spoke in deep heart rending tones

 which stirred the marrow of your bones.

Of the great sorrow that he bore ,

he would know happiness no more.

Whilst busy with some lawful task

he’d slipped and broken his hip flask.

His whisky soaked into the ground.

There was no solace to be found

Unless of course some kindly soul

 would volunteer to pay the toll

 to have his whisky flask renewed.

Earn his undying gratitude

But we who’d heard his tale before

paid no attention any more.

 

6-Jul-08

 

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Reviews

[clau]

People who read this poem will have many mixed emotions. Some will relate and some will have a faint idea of what the feeling of a alcoholic might feel. The poem went nicely and had a god flow, and I liked the ending because it is true. We have heard this story before. Too many times

[Suelou]

A wonderful poem.

[Adela Muresan]

Sad how liquor becomes some people's reason for living.

The man's sadness as well as his pitiful and weirdly funny situation are a good example of the misery we cause for ourselves, and a very good morale story-poem.

A.M.