- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Backroads
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Click hereI love the sound of ice tinkling in a glass
As the warmth oozes slowly to my fingers.
I’m not much given to melancholy;
Imbibing sweet sorrow with good whiskey.
But I do wander roads I’ve traveled,
Revisiting past regrets for old times sake,
Not that I would ever learn.
Sadness is best left for empty bottles.
I round the ash of my cigar
With greater deliberation than I’ve used
When making many life decisions.
Any mistakes written in ashes
Are erased with a clean ashtray
And a fresh cigar.
Dim light, too much smoke and a sticky table.
Yes, thank you, I’ll have another.
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and you do it so well. I agree with the "well_crafted" comments , I can only agree and say that I enjoyed this very much :)
in today's New Poem Reviews. Fooly, you make me want to pull up a stool next to you and order the same. I love these lines:
I round the ash of my cigar
With greater deliberation than I’ve used
When making many life decisions.
Great stuff...thanks for the read.
in a dim and dismal bar sipping on whiskey and revisiting the past.. nicely done.
A drink and a good cigar; nothing's as easily handled and fixed as that calming pair. Leave life's tribulations to solve themselves.