This is a fresh re-write of the writer stereotype & yours feels fun & tongue-in-cheek, instead of dreary & sad like the old stereotype. I love the way you sketch out some barely-there details & it blossoms into a fulsome character profile of this guy. I can feel how he must feel (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
Thanks Margie, once again a great review, there wasn't much substance to the guy back then, just a .. read moreThanks Margie, once again a great review, there wasn't much substance to the guy back then, just a pen, a pad and a bottle of wine, only the ghost of the chains remained
Gram,
Hey, I like this . . . has a nice flow as well as a certain choppy, mellow feeling from the wine consumed
while trying to be an artist in the midst of interruptions. Also like the way you begin and end with (almost)the same lines, but in reverse order. I've done this myself. Effective here.
Tom
No man is an island but many writers live on one set in the sky as they reach for the clouded words, the soggy memories and the feelings that make a pen flow. Now a nice drop of wine/beer/gin/whisky/rum.......oils the wheels.
You really have captured the dedication and solitude of the writer in this flowing, descriptive free verse. And not a profanity in sight!
I'll have what you're sampling. Anything which makes you feel you've still got a hundred years left before you become dust, has got a certain appeal. Winter reclusive, I can understand that, especially if you are a poet. I can only write when I'm alone. Visitors are welcome, but not at the same time as my muse. You sound positively anti-social :))
Chris
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
Haha, I certainly have my moments, of self imposed solitary confinement, no exactly a hermit, but I.. read moreHaha, I certainly have my moments, of self imposed solitary confinement, no exactly a hermit, but I did used to live in a cave,lol
we live in our own little village and close ourselves off to others sometimes. When we feel we need solitude and just don't want to talk to or see anyone...and yet...when we do die, become that dust....we will be alone....and will we be smiling? Or will we wish we had unlocked those doors when we could and made the most of human contact, when we could?
j.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
You are absolutely correct, j, our time is short and sweet, but sometimes when you unlock the door,.. read moreYou are absolutely correct, j, our time is short and sweet, but sometimes when you unlock the door, all you see is a piss stained empty street,
If that's how it works I must have lots of poets living here on the lake. Cause all my neighbors have wine boxes on trash day. Except us we're raising a granddaughter and deal in Hi-C fruit punch.
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
The Wine God is a just and loving Master, all hail Bacchus, and God bless you and yours, thanks for .. read moreThe Wine God is a just and loving Master, all hail Bacchus, and God bless you and yours, thanks for your review,
Caged In An Animal's Mind
Caged in an animal's mind;
No wish to be more or else
Than I am; a smile and a grief
Of breath that thinks with its blood,
Yet straining despite; unsure
In my stir .. more..