Propelled by Bourbon
or the lack of it,
in the bluest shades of night
I saw it; street of the same name.
A voyeur, it lured me, and
I stepped inside that quiet café
in need of black coffee to warm me,
in need of a golden glow to protect me,
from the icy blue of her eyes.
Author notes
contest: Artis write a poem about this picture I took (picture on contest page)
AP name Toomysterious
A contest entry
- Write A poem about this picture I took.... words seem to fail me. by artis.
1000 points, ended September 4, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is great! I like how you used coffee and Bourbon (an upper and a downer) to really illustrate your turmoil. I love extended metaphors. The colors pop out here too...the black coffee, the gold bourbon... then BAM!!!! "from the icy blue of her eyes." leaves you hanging and wondering you "she" is.... :-)
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Walk a mile in his shoes, tattered and with a sole full of holes,
seeking shelter from his own abuse, and a respite, in dark brown liquid antidote to his stumbling journey through the pain of life. Great write...Thanks for your entry. ~~Artis
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Mysterious
I remember seeing this contest. Should have had one of the World's Best Hamburgers.
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Great Read ... more please!
I have Bourbon Street blues. Great write! I would miss an icy blue eyes, too.
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Your development of blue is delightful. In fact I think your poem is an improvement on the picture prompt with such unexpected depth at the end.
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I really like the use of the words 'icy blue' ... chilling and shows a need for warmth. I wonder why?
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You have painted a clear image of the intoxicated male drowning his pain in liquor and using this Grill as protection and to wake up his senses with coffee. Well done and good luck in the contest...alby
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a great take on the image I liked the last two lines full of strong emotions we all need a little protection sometimes good look in the contest
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This is cool and sophisticated contemporary poetry. Great use of colours such as blue and golden to create both physical and emotional atmosphere--excellent work.
Good luck,
Bill
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Very atmospheric ...
and individualized, but still global enough so that the reader can relate.
Well done!
Love
Myra
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That is an emotionally chilling poem. It makes me wonder what was going on in the poets life. I particularly like the way you used the Bourbon Street name, with the liquer and the blue in night sky and her eyes, both cool to cold. Great use of words.
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