Plied
Plied with a bottle deep,
an amber golden numb resolve,
to no-ones advantage, especially mine,
beneath the clouds of haze, unsolved;
and the poison sits upon the tongue,
like a warm glow of burnt disdain,
stinging all the way down,
to where the heart in hiding,
and sings a sad refrain.
Oblivion is often a sought reprieve,
from all that wears a soul to limp repose,
shattered by the surging tides
that suck the very breath from me;
and cowardly perhaps this self-indulgent scheme,
yet being apart from all that batters doors
is a necessary dream, in delusion,
and I will see the bottle’s end before I’m done,
and pray for strength to greet the day anew.
Until that times has come,
amber drown me in your soothing icy swell,
and let my tethers go, my stagnate soul to rest,
until the dawn addresses me, and I awake to tell;
languid dreams and flowing scenes
beckon the death of all my woes,
while mind it seems gone fishing,
and not a catch disclosed,
just a headache and an empty vessel to sate.
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The upscale version of crying in your beer Tony?
The underlying sadness is described in such great verbiage…nice work
Thank you my friend, glad you enjoyed it. Reminds of the famous Country and Western song…’I get tears in my ears, lyin on my back, cryin over you’. Lol
I sure like the bottle you chose to head up your poem here Tony. Scotch and JD were two of my favorite poisons and they helped me through many a cruel night of bad memories. Alcohol has always been a comfort to my soul. The day’s are now gone of bar room brawls, or back lane fight busts. I’ve become a gentleman of leisure toting a wine glass and sipping while penning my thoughts. I believe that the gods are more gentler when I sip from their vines. But the odd time I break loose with an old friend and bring out a bottle of Scotch or JD and our bravery returns to spin a tale of yesterday bygones. We laugh, we even shed a tear before the flame goes out, and off we go to our gentle goodnight sleep.
Yes, I agree, some comfort for a poet in that bottle. But theses days it doesn’t agree with me like it used to. lol I still enjoy my scotch, though. Cheers!
I thought about Willie Nelson’s version of ‘Whiskey River (Take My Mind)’ when I read this one, Tony. There are times when I would like a good one to relax a little. I stopped drinking many years ago, but still remember that first feeling of just letting all else go to feel apart from my worries. Good work.
Thanks Phyllis, I’m not much of a drinker these days either, as you get older your body just says NO!
Glad you appreciated it. Take care.