Savoring it gently,
I succumbed to imbalance;
secretly praying for lucidity.
My palate’s delicacy
mingling with terse images
until I knelt in revelation.
And as my mind exploded,
sleep eluded the journey but
my bangs tickled porcelain.
Prayers come true.
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Prompt: Wine (40 words)
Background created by AP's "The Fun House"
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lol... believe me i know this feeling well... wine always makes me worship the porcelain god. a great piece beautiful poetess
unfortunately i dun get on much anymore... since shane left me ive had to move n its a long walk to the internet cafe. wish i could read you more often, i know ive commented on this one but just had to come back for a reread
huge hugs,
georgie,
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wow! i really miss your stuff. just borrowing a friends comp atm. this is a fantastic piece... really powerful stuff hon,
miss you heaps,
love and hugs,
georgie,
xxx
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loved this
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awesome poem!
a bit lacking in specific physical description in places, but makes up for it with the story and a strong sense of meaning with each line.
loved the inclusion of porcelain. loved the ending. first line was a bit gentle, but it is an introduction so thats fine.
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Wow!!
Love the line: My palate's delicacy
Yep I sure do
You just go on Gypsy~
Powerful piece penned and also adore that last line The background delicious
Woot
Thank You for sharing Your Talent
Best wishes in all You do
with love & light~ Desire~*~
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this is awesome, delicatly and honestly written. Starting from line one this eloquent piece carries us through those inevitable steps from that first drink to the final realization that faith rules.
An excellent piece
Dee
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excellent
You know I really miss having a glass of wine from time to time.
Your words let the reader experience the senses that are involved in this great experience of enjoying a glass of wine.
I especially enjoyed the 3rd stanza.
Jeannette
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ah the plight of sobriety, wine - i will whine about wine but still it flows! the blanket of alcohol wraps around us all at times, some more than others i suppose, sobrietry tends to be a dream world at times, to me anyway, a good poem.
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this is so lovely! i really hope you're published outside of ap!
And as my mind exploded,
sleep eluded the journey but
my bangs tickled porcelain.
Prayers come true.
that's my favourite part... i interpreted it to be about not knowing what to do with yourself; feeling like you're about to burst from a craving, and then the "bangs tickled porcelain" is pretty and kinda peaceful, and "prayers come true" just sums it all up so beautifully. to me it's like saying that it's so worth overcoming all the obstacles.
such an eloquent piece!
ps. i'm not sure if you remember me, but i used to be a pretty big fan of your age 12 and under contests.
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I did finish my first book, link is on my author's page And of course I do remember you well Splenda
Thanks for stopping by.
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ooooh i really enjoyed this one, brilliantly written hun congrats on the shiney
Tasha
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I like the closeness of this, it has a warming personel touch. J.
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very good i never quite had sobreity explained so beautifully an the act of getting sober
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This makes me think of lucid dreaming. The image of bangs tickling porcelain will stay with me as I ponder its meaning.
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Great =]
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this is really good and so deserving of the gold.
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A truly beautiful write! One that really went well with the prompt! it had a softness to it and vivid imagery!! Very worthy of Gold! Congrats!
Angel
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Congrats! This was very deep,personal,and powerful. I loved it. Thanks for entering it and happy new year
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