On a hot summer sultry night
The air so humid and still
Memories drown in the heat
As the bottle turn up again
The fermentation of forgetfulness...
I lost you
And found the bottle
A bittersweet trade
A broken heart, for glasses of red wine
Another memory,another glass
To wash away remnants of a broken heart~
Many pleasure laden nights before
It's unbelievable how i may reach
Heaven every night through your tender touch
See divinity in your eyes
And the taste of your kiss leaves me breathless
Aching for more of dark loves red wine
No longer do i have a restless bed
When you're with me lying by my side
As the twilight gently falls
Such glory has left me breathless and spellbound
And i never thought i would have the gift
of sharing souls with another
a heavenly blessings
granted to me~
We intertwine throughout the night
Sharing secrets
And nothing left but a wine stained glass
No attachments to fulfill
Save the need to wash away your pain
You, left me for another~
I found a different love
A sweet juice from the wine
Fill my mouth and numb my mind
But i lost what i needed
Unconditional love...
That you took from me
But i hold a trembling crystal glass
That can be filled
With my heart's own needs~
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Written April 1st, 2003
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Beautiful and sad
Beautiful and sad. I like what you did with seeming to befriend the bottle in more than the usual ways it is described. "Intwine throughout the night/Sharing secrets." Lines like that are my favourite. "Unconditional love..." Another great one, displaying the kind of love one can have with the bottle. A great poem. -
very well written
Very nicely written, yet I always hold on to the hope of a new love one day. We all find our way, traveling different roads but hopefully reaching the same place. -
really beautiful piece Susan...super sad though. Makes the heart ache...thinking about the loves that I have lost.
Beautiful picture you have painted here.
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Great poem. I really enjoyed reading it. It had a lot of emotion in it and drew me into it. Good job.
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I drink your love, that it redeem,
This empty heart so like a dream,
Of words forever left unsaid,
Once believed, now left for dead,
I drain the offered cup of shame,
And wonder if you feel the same,
Or if, like me, you would forget,
If the bottle were but deeper yet. -
oh wow, very nice. i like how the you refer to the glass. I like the picture. I'll be back to see you again...
-Sancia-
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heartwrenching =( very elegantly and gracefully put. i look forward to reading more of your works.
Nyx... -
heartwrenching =( very elegantly and gracefully put. i look forward to reading more of your works.
Nyx... -
WOW this is a great read!!! :-D I love the illiteration..
The fermentation of forgetfulness...
I lost you
And found the bottle
You write really well. I love it. :-D smilesssssss smiles, peeling sunburn -
This is so sad susan. it's sad that so many people turn to bottles of wine, among many other things, and i liked how you did this, with comparing it, saying you have a new love. very sad write, very well written to
very emotional topic, very nice
kayla* -
T'is a long dark step from the table where friendship love are offered into the neck of a bottle. I know. After the original feeling of ease the depression of loss takes over. Take care in there! -t
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Wow, Susan, this is a very beautiful write, and very heartbreaking
Hope everything is going well for you
Love ya,
Karen
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excellent
Excellent write ! Yet ......love is never found at the bottom of a bottle or glass of spirits . If we raise it because we are heartbroken and hope that it will ease our pain , it is a very selfdestructive tool Yet I understand how one can think that it will make things easier. I love my wine , but I know it's sweet intoxication never has the real answers .......it brings oblivion for a bit....just to hit us in the face later , and the heartache is still there
love , Reenie -
Excellent
Drowned Sorrows
I sit at the bar with a memory
Rum and coke help keep it down
But it floods my mind like a waterfall
God! I think I'm gonna drown.
There were times when we danced as one
To the tunes of the old Rock Stars
Now the only time I get to dance
Is when I'm alone byself in this bar.
The melodies they played for us
Were soft, sensual, and slow
And we clung to each other like snails on a wall
Each like the other, not wanting to let go.
And so I sit and drink my booze down
Hoping like hell, that it'll soon pass.
Drowned sorrows, and the pain within
And your face at the bottom of my glass.
... Not being a little ol' wine drinker .... I prefer the rum.
Excellently written Susan.
Sammy.
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Beautifully written piece that you have here.
Damon D. Brewer -
Just amazing ..Wow" ...Hon*
So sleepy!! yawn"s
I dont know enough to go to bed...
gosh ..this is meaningful
a heart full of contentment
but then it turns around
and one is lost to emptiness ..so sadddddd
lost to the memories
The wine was a perfect way to decrible
all that was left when the heart is broken
Just a Superb !!! write..
(Very elegant)....Great job! Hon* HugS ~~Mina
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Sis Maureen and Sherry thanks for the compliments and dropping by
Annie and Von thank you as well
Everyones comment appreciated
Blessings
Susan~~~ -
Maureen speaks for me too with her comments. So very sad that a lover has gone and now the memories are in the bottom of a bottle.
It's a well written work of art Susan, albeit so very sad.
~Von~
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This speaks truth for many my dear and a lot can bitterly relate. I liked this poem though it made my heart ache for you.. Take care sweetie and keep molding poems of your words.
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Susan, did this have truth in it ? you wrote this really well, and though it was deep towards the end I understand that its about being broken over someone one loves greatly and perhaps the escape of wine though a broken heart right hon. Hope its not true though. Anyhows you penned it well did you really want my 2 cents hon? Hugs and love, Sherry
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Excellent!
Sad, passionate write...wine is a lover's friend but a very poor companion for someone with a broken heart!
(((Hugs)))
Love Ya, Sis!
<3 Maureen -
Thanks Mary
For your comments and Drivel thank you too
Blessings
Susan~~ -
muddy flaps of heart ache
elegant, graceful way of writing heartache
at the begining the wine starts memories, but in the end its to drown them
let the sweet bitter taste wash away the broken bits and leave a headache to remind you of lost chances
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No! not the wine! God is your unconditional love. All others, us, we, are only human. And Wow! Un-be-leiv-able are the treasures and blessings to be found. Try Him
Anyway this is a very well written poem. Excellent work
~Mary O
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