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Drunk, With Love

Today, in Bath, I saw a drunk Embrace the world with open arms He'll be, by when the sun has sunk Not quite so eager for her charms And there'll be anger, old regrets And sorry tears for lovers lost And in the morning, shakes and sweats And reasons to count up the cost But for a moment, can in hand The world's an oyster full of pearl More glorious than God had planned His beautiful, belovéd girl © Gail Foster 15th February 2017

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Jannie Breedt

Date: 3/17/2017 4:14:00 PM

Ps. I quit too

Gail Foster
Date: 3/20/2017 6:51:00 AM

Bless you for that

Jannie Breedt

Date: 2/23/2017 1:53:00 AM

I concur with Michael. It reminds me of the song with similar sentiments " Amsterdam" by jacques Brel translated by rod mcCuen. What a brilliant write

Gail Foster
Date: 2/25/2017 5:00:00 AM

Thank you so much. His face, Jannie, it was radiant. I remember that feeling well. I no longer drink.

Michael Coy

Date: 2/15/2017 3:32:00 PM

This is superb, Gail. You've eschewed punctuation - rightly - and this gives the poem a rush, rather like your subject's Special Brew rush. The rhymes give it the insistence of a hangover. Quite the best thing I've read in months! Michael

Gail Foster
Date: 2/20/2017 9:17:00 AM

Thank you very much, Michael, I'm so glad you enjoyed it. I no longer imbibe but I remember that feeling well! All the best to you.