Tales From The Cabin That Smokes: Book Twenty-Nine, Roxy’s Red Wine Play...

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Open Poetry #50

Tales From The Cabin That Smokes: Book Twenty-Nine, Roxy’s Red Wine Play...

Bluesy Socrateaser
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since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

0 posted 2018-01-31 01:18 AM

Everything flows through me these days but nothing is lost,
not a drop of wine, nor any excuses

Across the wooden table, she speaks as if she knew the meaning of my name,
pouring herself like a sun-blistering storm on a thirsty riverbed

"You ask me to bear this, Roxy", I say, "to remember the scent of apples
and the green heart of the poplar trees growing in endless rows"

I try to lose myself in a gaucho’s ballad letting the guitar soften time in my bones,
but she spills another river of wine in my glass shaking her head with a coy smile at my refusal

Ah! The delight one feels when a voice it knows is near...or so I imagined
If I leave for a moment, I wonder if she would somehow... disappear

But then, reality returns to remind me my glass is only half drunk,
and in an instant come to know..."how you pour, Roxy...how you pour"

...just bein' Bluesy

Lori Grosser Rhoden
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since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

1 posted 2018-01-31 05:18 AM

I do so enjoy your work, You have such a way with a story. You tuck in interesting nuggets here and there that really give them depth and a cool texture all their own. ~L

Bluesy Socrateaser
Member Elite

since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

2 posted 2018-01-31 12:35 PM

Ya know, Miss Lori, for a diabetic...you're pretty sweet!

I always appreciate your reading and comments. I really do. But don't you ever say anything nasty?
You know, like; "Bluesy, you fathead! Can't you write anything better than your lollipops & roses crapola?
I could clean every carpet and rug in the neighborhood with your tripe and STILL have plenty of power left to do it all over again!"

Huh? Don't you ever wanna say stuff like that? It's okay...really! You, my dear, have 'Carte Blanche!'

...just bein' Bluesy

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