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With A Sip

...and with a sip, the saddened lass
drained the half full, half empty glass.
As scorched sorrow burned her brain,
she drained the dregs that did remain.
There in the bottom, saw her world,
amid the amber, liquid swirls.

The gypsy reached out an ancient hand,
oil light danced off gold bands.
She gave a laugh, as dry as wind,
expecting gold, before she'd begin.
Needing to know what her future brings,
the lass passed over a cherished ring.

The lass who wore a burdened yoke,
preyed upon by loves cruel joke,
has eyes now dulled by potent brew.
Thick and muddled, thoughts now grew.
The wind howled a shriek of pain,
one fit to be a nighttime bane.

Soon, only the wooden table was lit,
by the lantern with sooted wick.
The lass focused upon a voice,
one that pulled and left no choice.
a voice so near, yet far away.
One that would mold the lass like clay.

It spoke of happiness yet to be.
of a love, not yet clear to see.
It bade her not to shed such tears,
don't let this hurt become your fear.
Think only of what is yet to come,
never recall the unfaithfulness of some.

The lass awoke from her liquid daze,
as from the gypsy, she rode away,
her heart now lighter, not knowing why.
She couldn't recall why she had cried.
The gypsy watched and shook her head,
whispering to herself as she readied for bed.

"Who's to blame for lost thoughts,
when truly it's forgetfulness that's sought?"

Copyright © Paula Swanson

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  1. Date: 5/2/2012 8:31:00 PM
    What an awesome write! Cool contest, very inspiring. Thanks for my placement and planting seeds into my imagination. Hope things are starting to 'even out' for you. Sorry to hear you have had and are having such a rough time. Writing can be a balm, I hope it is for you, too. Hugs, Cyndi

  1. Date: 4/30/2012 12:49:00 PM
    A beautiful story told in rhyme, well done, you are an inspiration to all poets, and thank you for my placement in your And With A Sip Contest, I am very pleased.

  1. Date: 4/29/2012 9:45:00 AM
    So very true Paula and all part of the healing process........So wonderfully written and vivid............ Paint the future on the bright clear canvas before you..... Best wishes......... Walter

  1. Date: 4/28/2012 3:56:00 PM
    Very well written Paula, who to blame....does not matter. -PEACE & LOVE- oxox - smile - Anne-Lise

  1. Date: 4/26/2012 6:03:00 PM
    remember, forget.. no matter. blame sucks and serves no regenerative purpose. contrition is cool, guilt serves no regenerative purpose. No one else can MAKE you feel. Interesting po, thanks for the write and sux that you can't blog comment, hope that gets fixed real soon. Namaste~N

  1. Date: 4/21/2012 8:57:00 PM
    I am smiling at Joann's comment below.Beautifully written story of the lass you have penned here Paula.A captivating write.

  1. Date: 4/21/2012 5:30:00 PM
    A wonderful entry to the contest. You should be very well. I love the story line. And the poem just flows from verse to verse.