Absinthe

Absinthe

A Poem by Seriana

Absinthe

 

Removal of the taste

It’s like...…

stealing the prints from your finger

as it lingers,

in pools of unwanted fears

and tears of memories, forgotten

rotting to the core

The “more” is always too much

yet, never quite filling...

enough

to snuff out the bitterness,

the “quitter” complex, which...

wavers on the edge of consciousness

 

So, we drink it down, gulping,

frowning upon the empty.

Tempting just a little,

stealing enough

to slough off the rough edges,

the righteous brevity

which claims our sanity

Just a modicum more

to balance the score

Just one final drop more

to seethe through to our caustic core

 

 

 

 

© 2009 Seriana


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This is a finely written piece. The ritual involved with the drinking of absinthe or "The green fairy" seems to be as strangely addicting as the drink itself but I notice you did not dwell on that aspect. The slotted spoons holding sugar cubes over which icewater is poured to make the milky mix are a strange article; probably the only spirit with a special tool to drink it with. The much maligned mixture of anise, fennel and wormwood was banned here in the states for a long while and was a favorite of Lautrec and Van Gogh even though it was Edgar Degas who immortalized it in Absinthe Drinker. The mystique is really overrated however; there is no proof it gets one any higher than gin of the same proof; just some interesting side notes.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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And were off to see the " Green fairy " This was really good Seriana, but I knew you had it in you I could tell all along.......smiles. I'll be saving this one to my fav's.
great write!!! Thanks for sharing.

Kelley

Posted 15 Years Ago


This is a finely written piece. The ritual involved with the drinking of absinthe or "The green fairy" seems to be as strangely addicting as the drink itself but I notice you did not dwell on that aspect. The slotted spoons holding sugar cubes over which icewater is poured to make the milky mix are a strange article; probably the only spirit with a special tool to drink it with. The much maligned mixture of anise, fennel and wormwood was banned here in the states for a long while and was a favorite of Lautrec and Van Gogh even though it was Edgar Degas who immortalized it in Absinthe Drinker. The mystique is really overrated however; there is no proof it gets one any higher than gin of the same proof; just some interesting side notes.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The "more" is always too much
yet, never quite filling...
enough
to snuff out the bitterness,
the "quitter" complex, which...
wavers on the edge of consciousness

These lines here are wonderful, Makes you think, This is such amazing write.


Posted 15 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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The more I read this the more I like it

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

there is no way in hell i am gulping it............you can't make me

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is beautiful, especially since I have some insight. Hang in there my friend. Your peace is coming. Just keep fighting for it.

-Chad-

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Your words so transcend the norm, making me float in a pool of crystal as I hear you speak out... the final drop, moving around us... the choices... the ache of freedom and life... Such an amazing, beautiful write...

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

*sigh*
Seri , your supposed to put lots and lots and lots of sugar with it
your not pouring yours over a sugar cube ARE YOU!
(Me I use Honey as well )
d****t girl ;-) thought you'd know better
Great poem by the way

R

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Ambers you really go t me a thinking with this deep piece...

The "more" is always too much
yet, never quite filling...
enough
to snuff out the bitterness,
the "quitter" complex, which...
wavers on the edge of consciousness

It is true that many times that no matter how much we have we always want more instead of enjoy what we have so we feel like life isn't worth it... yet the simple things are what we must treasure... family, friends and love... I love when you get philosophical cause it makes me gets my brain active.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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Added on January 26, 2009
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Seriana
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