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Love in a Bottle

A dog faced dawn plods frozen in darkness
Knotting its self through the ribbons of sky
Dusting the dark from the drunk dismal gutter
It loosens the faces of dull careless lovers
Dreamless like absence; eyes draped in tissue
And swallows the bile of embarrassed goodbyes

Creeping and sniffing rodents from sewers
Commuter sleepwalkers faded and grey
Spend their days hoping the dreamers deliver
Full to the brim they empty the bottle; while
staggering forth life swears at the mirror
Crumples up dreams and hurls them away

18 Comments:

Blogger Queen Neetee said...

Your poems are so hot with life! I love the way you write with such freedom.

This amazing poem slinks and snakes throughout life and keeps us on its tail.

I LOVE this!
What a smart one you are.

Thank You!

4:36 AM  
Blogger Nessa said...

That's some heavy reading! Nice :)

5:29 AM  
Blogger Prmod Bafna said...

You truly write some great poetry! solid imagery and evident emotions.. lovely! Very fine indeed! :)

9:11 AM  
Blogger Inkblot said...

Just discovered your blog. So many layers to each line. Will keep peeling away! Nice work.

6:11 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Q Neetee thank-you, I will be blogging again later when I've finished course work boo hoo!

Nessa sorry I know it is but that's how I get rid of the bad stuff

xfreakx thank-you

Inkblot nice to meet you, call back with a poem peeler.

1:19 PM  
Blogger Carbanion Tolodine said...

It's look like an old movie. A grey street with an investigator that go for his office after a blind-night.

I love it!

Take care of yourself, bye.

6:07 PM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

Ah, the dream is but a carrot to get you from sunrise to sunset, but we still own the night! Great poem!

6:27 PM  
Blogger Russell Ragsdale said...

I've never seen anyone do with such accuracy the pace at which dawn breaks for the anxious and the cold. Ah, so many angry papers full of frustration as our dreams collapse in upon themselves in the hopes that they were poems (something of value). Negative energy is truely emptiness (I know I've gone a bit past the poem now). Great stuff Sue!

7:04 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Carba you have picked up on something there it has a sence of the outsider watching all the greyness.

Pat the night is such a special time when your mind might easily choose between creativity and nightmare, you never quite know which

Russel, sometimes the world is bitter sweet and the balence often swings in the wrong direction. But often when the darkness hits the love of friends can light a corner and put things in prespective-keep writing your dreams

10:13 AM  
Blogger finnegan said...

In the end we've only got our loved ones to get us through the dismal dregs that life can dish out.

This has such a feeling of weathered beaten sadness in it---a feeling I'm currently fighting off with every ounce of strength I've got left.

It hit me.

5:45 PM  
Blogger MB said...

It's interesting how this is so vividly written yet conveys a sad, tired feeling.

4:47 PM  
Blogger Pincushion said...

Ouch! that hurt..I think I echo Finns here..its a feeling one fights hard to get rid off..very hard-edged-reality stuff here..fab!

6:22 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Fin I call it blanc-mange land, its how it feels to walk through it, perhapse there's a good dream there somewhere.

MB I think sadness and anger focus the mine and create vivid immages

7:56 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Pins writing down the feelings is like talking to a good friend.

7:59 PM  
Blogger castor said...

A silent elegy about the reverse side of our reality! I like it!

Sue, go to my blog! I've just published the painting to which you inspired me :-)

11:08 PM  
Blogger Laura said...

Hia! Long time to blogging for me...life starting to slow down a bit now hopefully though always challenegd by the latest social work essay that I have to write.

We have a list pinned on our fridge of all the words jacob can now say....I feel a poem coming on.... had two published in the silence ive been away.

speak soon, laura

ps in case u dont remember ...thats the one u uswed to work with!

5:50 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Castor it is truly beautiful,I couldn't have imagined it better.

Laura, how could I forget, great to hear from you, is your email up and running now?

6:38 PM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

WOW!! What a powerful Write!!

3:19 PM  

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