Poem -
AMBER NIGHTS
five seats...one filled, amber
bottle
distilled
harmonies played, thirst
quenched
crystal glass,
whisky stench
dreamy nights, don't fight
ghosts come
all right
five seats all filled
whisky dreams
smiles and spills
what's real
don't know
mind numb whisky slow
time stops, time moves
needles stuck
backward grove
five seats, none filled
one down
crystal spilled
amber lights going out
whisky dreams hazy shouts
ghosts gone
all alone
empty seats
empty home
amber nights, don't fight
all alone
all right
what's real don't know
mind numb,
whisky slow
M P 3/11/21
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Wow MARION!!.....this reads like a misty dream sequence.....with its staccato rhythms and pulse......from the one person seated to the four ghosts that join through the Amber indulgences......that longing comes through....and the timing of the poem adds to the eerie tone that takes the reader along into its inebriated state......VERY clever stuff......with a brilliant sadness!!......PINNED!!......well penned my friend......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo : )
H8 Tony thanks so much fir taking the time my friend...appreciated always x
Marion this just echoes of complete and utter loneliness. The weight of sadness can be felt in the movement of that amber bottle. I have always loved a good whisky, me and one of my brothers always shared a whisky and said how the smell reminded us of Christmas. I am saying this because I get from your words a nostalgic haunting. A clinging to a time that was once so good and that is nothing more than a residue of thought in a now empty home. A real sense of feeling lost in the thick of grief and the slow sinking into the bottle as an attempt to cope. Brilliantly penned a very clever write
hugs my friend ❤️ xxx
Thanks so much Gwen, I am always so grateful for your comments love ❤
Just a wonderful marvelous poem
really great
Thankyou Greg x
This used to work for me until I realised I needed more and more just to get the same effect but in actual fact, got less and less ..
In my head, I understand completely and that of course, is the hallmark of a good bit of writing whether it is a poem, song or tale being told .. In the end though and long ago now, I had to put the bottle down, when I felt my liver frown and heard it groan ..
I know for sure a lot of folk will be able to relate to this too Marion ..
Neville x
Ah...it's only a write Neville, I actually don't drink or party anymore. I've never really been one for drinking alone and whenever I did I would phone everyone to come up and party anyway lol but once started would want to drink untill the cows come home!! I was ALWAYS 23 at any age with a drink in my hand!!! Sleep has always been my escape but often that needs a little help and can also affect the liver just as much. That horrible loneliness though...yea, I reckon we all live that from time to time. I sure am at the moment! ..there are too many loved souls absent without leave😑...hugs lovely man X
as it happens, I never for one moment thought .. but should you ever fancy a party an invite would be really cool .......... x
Oh god...that's just it, I rarely drink now because I know if I do I will lead the youngsters to nightclubs and party till dawn!! As I said I am ever 23 when I drink...love music and the party scene but with a daughter of nearly 37...well, it can be embarrassing lol...for them...not me cos I'm still 23😆😃...however should I get the urge you will be my first invite...😆😆😁💕