Drinking Alone on a Cool Summer Night
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Drinking Alone on a Cool Summer Night
I look up to the clouds,
Wandering through the sky.
My thoughts travel with them.
I raise my bottle to the clouds.
The breeze crawls by and cries out.
Every moment, eternity.
My company is now but the trees.
This rock, my pillow. This Earth, my bed.
The night sky is my ceiling.
I gaze drunkenly into this bottle of rum.
It has been emptied.
My arms have been emptied as well.
She has been stolen away
To a place beyond my grasp,
Or even the sun's embrace.
I take in the view.
Slowly I breathe in,
Then out,
Waiting.
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| i felt like this definitely captured the mood. i was totally there. |
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Comment by: - 2006-03-23 12:15
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This is nice, but I don't think it is up to your normal exceptional standard. The third stanza is a tad cliche. I think the last three stanzas are the best.
~Kathy |
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Comment by: Min - 2006-03-05 12:46
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| Takes me out into the night......alone. Very moody. Nice one. |
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Comment by: - 2006-03-05 08:38
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| Yeah, there's an element of truth to this that suggests this is a scene from your life. I don't know I might be wrong. The emptiness of the arms suggest not only that the arms are not sharing another person's body, but empty in the sense of the hollowness and listlessness one feels when feeling depressed. Keep up the good work, my man. |
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WOW...I feel ya', I feel ya'...
My favorite piece of imagery:
"My company is now but the trees.
This rock, my pillow. This Earth, my bed.
The night sky is my ceiling."
Nice. |
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