The words flow
Like a bottle
That fills my glass
It is not my first
And will not be my last
Not even for tonight
As one becomes another
And another until I crash
Falling from the table
It is inevitably smashed
All the pieces
Are strewn about the floor
Searching through them frantically
For the one shining example
I can adore
Heart pumping oh so fast
Hands with never ending movement
Trying desperately to grasp
When that piece is found
Of exceptional quality
I will not have to ask
But will be overcome by the moment
And the feeling of creating something
That will forever last
This longing that mankind has of being remembered forever is interesting. How we reject the idea that we are born, live, die and then there is nothing. All cultures address the spiritual needs of its people in one way or another so innate is this need. Your poem is intriguing and well done. Thanks! hugs, pat
I guess when you think you are not leaving anything behind that is worth while. It is kinda of a feeling of what was the point. Thanks Pat
WOW … LOVE IT. .. Can see the image clearly of drinking till completely drunk
“As one becomes another
And another until I crash
Falling from the table”
I love the fact that words are the object of his addiction – coz they’re mine too …
Awesome piece!
thank you I am glad you enjoyed it. I must say this was one of those that was written super fast and left me feeling pumped 🙂
I think that’s why writers write – to leave something behind that says, “I was here.” Then again, I could be wrong…. 🙂
Nope your right on the money 🙂
I like it.
thanks as always booguloo
Ahhh, I love when the muse strikes and the poems flow out. I guess it’s a frame of mind of a mood? At any rate, I love when my glass gets filled too, and numerous times — drunk on poems!
exactly! I love it too there is no feeling like it. There are those that you right a few lines you think for a min write a few more etc. Then there are those that you can not type fast enough. This was one of those. thanks again
Perfect metaphor. Enjoyed it a lot.
thank you thanks for stopping in
All the pieces
Are strewn about the floor
Searching through them frantically
For the one shining example
I can adore
A great set of lines there.
thanks Jess
I liked this journey in metaphor, you create it perfectly here. Wonderfully penned my friend ~ Rose
thanks Rose 🙂
Great metaphor for the process of creating. Sometimes the words just spill out; sometimes the bottle is empty.
it is so true 🙂 thank you
Very nice ツ
Thanks Ashley. I appreciate it
Wonderful when the words flow so freely. A lovely twirl of a read, thanks for sharing.
beautiful
thank you Jesse
The title is appropriate as the piece has a wonderfully, enjoyable rhythm, which makes it a very easy, flowing read.
thanks Amy it was written fast and in rhythm
Wonderful writing. The emotion, searching, longing, and so much more jump off the page. Very nice!
My poem for this week: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/28/forever-changed-2/
thanks for saying Charles
hmmm indeed, when that occurs, magic, just beautiful magic and we enjoy 🙂
my entry: http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/08/25/love-eternal/
that is is the hope 🙂
Loved the emotion and flow. It jumps at the reader so well, as to say “you must look at me and read.” Amanda 🙂
I hope everyone feels that way 🙂
Very, very nicely done! Well worth the stop by, truly enjoyed it. Here is my offering for this week – http://terri0729.wordpress.com/2011/08/29/soul-kiss/
Enjoy the picnic!
thank you Terri I will check it out
So amazingly powerful in emotion and imagery.
JP
http://tasithoughts.wordpress.com/2011/08/28/lee/
kind words thank you
amazing job…
love the imagery your words paint.
🙂
thank you I am glad that you do 🙂
Wow! Such emotion and vivid images. Great job!
Thanks Marlee and thanks for reading
a perfectly poetic and beautiful creation.
Thanks for sharing.
😉
very kind thank you
peculiar and distinct! nice! thank you for sharing this. my entry: http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2009/11/24/fluttering-in-an-envelope/
thank you fiveloaf
Sounds pretty dangerous to me.
lol…
A very delectable metaphoric piece
thank you Anthony appreciate it
Something we all share and when we find those sometimes elusive gems the pieces come together with inspired fashion to the reader’s delight!
Yes Don I believe we do 🙂
Loved it! Great imagery with the frantic searching and clutching. Really felt the urgency and potency 🙂
awesome it was intended as such…thank you
very nice. I so enjoyed this entry. I am happy that you shared this for poetry potluck. I am trying to read each and every entry on Gooseberry Garden. I do enjoy them so much. My entry this week is http://www.gatelesspassage.com.
I am glad you did Sarah 🙂
Elegant, but thrusts in a deep meaning, wonderful write, swanrose!
than you Deeju appreciate it
Your messsage came across so very evident.
Well written.
Thanks for stopping by with your lovely comment.
Yvonne,
thank you and your welcome
I loved how you compared writing with drinking. Your descriptions were clear, and I was able to imagine every bit. 🙂
awesome that was the hope
Poetry worth more than a bravo! Lovely!
🙂 that is great to hear…
Ah the flow ! Lovely 🙂
🙂 you have to love it when it happens…
I hope they flow for you always!
thank you..
precise thoughts in a frame of the heart vanish across your kaleidoscopic screen.i like. Best Wishes. 🙂
Thank you Sheelonee