drinks a little wine
gets drunk
and speaks like
a poètesse maudite to
a crowd of drunkards
I'm all alone
I cry my eyes out
my heart floating
in a bottle of booze.
--
Kenia Cris
I Spilled the Beans
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nice kenia! my entry.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2011/01/30/lines/
ReplyDeleteWow. This is fabulous. How many of us have been there? Me, for one.
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ReplyDeleteRight on the money, this write! Very well done!
ReplyDeleteMy entry: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/07/cannonball-3/
Love this. And you.
ReplyDeletesuch a lovely write and so well done. I am sure more than one of us has been there before. Happy rally week
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Yeah... I've been there. Well worded.
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smart and cool.
ReplyDeletelovely you.
At least the poetry helps one put the sadness into its artistic form, rather than leaving it afloat in a bottle.
ReplyDeleteI am sure this poem with stike a chord with many. Cool poem!
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The emotional honesty of this is great, to flow out onto paper and release.
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, this does strike a chord~ So honest and real! Well Done~
ReplyDeleteI loved this, and I love the tag too.
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