Pungent droplets swirl;
awaiting memory's kiss.
Lost to midnight's moment -
and tango a bed of thorns...
only a shadow to partner.
Another glass, I'll ask;
tasting the liquid lie -
just one more sip of loneliness...
a stale martini and I.
Author notes
Credit Artist please in your Author Notes
Evening Lounge by Brent Lynch
A contest entry
- PIF - Picture Inspired by AliceinPoetryLand.
750 points, ended May 20, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think.
Comments
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Sounds so sad and lonely. It makes you want to reach out. Wonderful poem.
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A wonderful take on this picture. You imagery and the emotions of the woman are excellent. Thanks so much for your entry.
Gaylene




