S**t Happens

S**t Happens

A Poem by gram linski
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A small village, any time, all the time.

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Midweek
Drinking wine
Doors locked
Notepad on knee
Alone
Half dreading/ expecting
Knock on window
Winter shutdown
Denying contact
Saying nothing really
Pleasantly stoned
Knowing
In one hundred years
Dust
And sleep await
Smiling/alone
Notepad on knee
Doors locked
Drinking wine
Midweek
Any week
I'm always home,

© 2019 gram linski


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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 Months Ago


gram linski

4 Months Ago

Thanks Margie, once again a great review, there wasn't much substance to the guy back then, just a .. read more
The solitary thinker comes to mind fuelled by alcohol comes sweet melancholy.

Posted 5 Months Ago


gram linski

5 Months Ago

Very true, thanks, Andrew, it was a bit of a melancholy wave.
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

Posted 5 Months Ago


gram linski

5 Months Ago

Glad you liked it Tom, thanks for the read,
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!

Posted 5 Months Ago


gram linski

5 Months Ago

lol, f**k you,
John Alexander McFadyen

5 Months Ago

Now look at what you gone and done!
gram linski

5 Months Ago

Your bad, dude,
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 Months Ago


gram linski

5 Months Ago

Haha, I certainly have my moments, of self imposed solitary confinement, no exactly a hermit, but I.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

5 Months Ago

Why does that not surprise me :)
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 Months Ago


gram linski

5 Months Ago

You are absolutely correct, j, our time is short and sweet, but sometimes when you unlock the door,.. read more
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 Months Ago


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