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Sweet Sangria




sangria hums sweet lullabies
while thought slips off her shoes
swaying softly behind sad eyes

  dancing barefoot through the blues

sampling the scene of social whirl
watching scruples scatter
play~acting as his kind of girl

  'til it didn’t matter

no gentle hand upon her waist
nor warm breath in her hair
lovers faces had been replaced

  by something she wont share

sweet sangria became her friend
the time will come she knows
dancing thought will come to an end

  when heartache steps on toes






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  • AngelKat42
    March 31, 2009

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    this poem is amazing in its own way. the opening line got me right away. this poem has a rhythm of its own, one that captures the readers. Alcohol, was talking about that very subject not long ago to someone. one can hide behind it, yet it only masks the pain. the dangers of being trapped in that world is all so real. I love this poem that you've written, it's strong and I love the way you wrote it.

    good luck
    kat


  • Blue Rew silver member
    March 23, 2009

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    This is tight and gorgeous...
    Grabbing the reader to float in a river of intoxicating rhythm stirred with meaning.
    I love sangria and you do the drink justice in
    personification. Numbing ourselves to feelings
    and those we become involved with only lasts
    until that morning we wake with cold sweats
    and pounding realization. Truly a winner in
    every way. Blue


    • malmadre gold member
      March 23, 2009
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      Thank you Rew I love this little poem too. At some time we can all relate to finding an escape through something that lessens the hurt.


  • adsaige
    March 17, 2009

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    I am not sure what format you used here, it resembles an 'aba c' rhyming scheme which I think worked very well on this poem. I am not the most profound poet out there, but this sounds absolutely marvelous, the taste of sangria appearing to be sweet on the tongue. Unfortunately I had to look the drink up, but realized it was something that I already knew about, regardless of knowing the proper name. (Oh, I'm ranting aren't I?)

    The basis of what I am saying is simply, this poem is beautiful. Everything about it is simply sensuous and THERE and it's marvelous!


  • individuality gold member
    March 16, 2009

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    Ah this fits what I just posted with alcohol - sangria lol aye drink will affect in many ways, messing with our hearts and minds, you made it sound soft here and gentle but it is harsher at times as we all know


    • malmadre gold member
      March 16, 2009
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      I wrote this as a person who at one time sort of escaped through the numbness of alcohol, it certainly does take the edge off life, but that is what makes it bad, you cant escape reality for long.


      • individuality gold member
        March 16, 2009
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        yeah, while i was offline i drank myself silly everyday nearly. just a veg on the couch in a world of my own, as you say though, we have to wake up here and there, it can not last forever.


  • Hoosierpoet silver member
    March 14, 2009

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    Oh, I love this! You have a wonderful way of working in the rhymes very naturally. I am pleased to have seen your work.

    Moses


  • Sylvyrwyng gold member
    March 9, 2009

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    Wow, heart-rending and poignant! I have felt like this woman and this is one great piece of work. Thank you so much for sharing.


  • bigperm
    March 9, 2009

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    where have you been for the last 50 plus mediocre poems I've endured?

    This truely was diamond. I love the thought of this bit "sampling the scene of social whirl
    watching scruples scatter
    play~acting as his kind of girl". Such vivid wording. I love poetry that's saturated in description. I'll have to keep my eye on you.


  • AnaelCathetelEcanus silver member
    March 8, 2009
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    An amazing write. Fully enjoyed the read.


  • Oh.My.Juliet
    March 7, 2009
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    This. Is. Amazing.!


  • estbelle gold member
    March 7, 2009
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    oh I love this one, it really spoke to me
    this is beautiful

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