bourbon pools,
a sweating glass leaves reminders
of rings not honored,
blurred by a careless swipe
the heartache that stung all day
is now a dull thud in the back of my mind
a harsh reminder that it's almost 9
and you're still not home
your smoke has gone stale,
your scent is starting to fade
despite my protests,
and I find myself grinding
(subconsciously)
against your fabrics
and I miss you
though you'll be the last one I tell,
and I need you home
even if you're really not
A contest entry
- 1:01 a.m. by Cinnarry.
8750 points, ended October 10, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This was very well written. I like how you put, I find myself grinding (subconsciously)... into your poem. It leaves u thinking. I think u did a great job on this.
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very well done
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well done . . liked "blurred by a careless swipe" and "I find myself grinding' . . good luck in the contest . .
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sis this is amazing!! You do such a very wonderful job with all of your writes!! This is excellent!! Very very well written!! Great details!! This is beautiful!! I love it!! HuGS
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