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I Was Drunk

Whispers
Long and lost
Loud and low
“S e i z e  t h e  d a y”
Touched my ears,
Poured into my soul,
Vanished my inner ghoul,
The night nostalgic, new,
Nectarous and nefarious,
Feathered my hands,
Floated me from my desk,
I sniffed soul soothing poetry
Intoxicating from the dusty old
Buttery books shelved on, inviting. 

I drank one poem, 
And another,
Then another, 
Until I was dizzy drunk,
My eyelashes winged to the window
And it was dawn.

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Deb M

July 5, 2025 at 8:39 PM

Ahhh drunk on poetry....l didn't realise l had a drinking problem! Ha....clever write my friend! Debx

Anne Winter

July 6, 2025 at 1:14 AM

It's a good kind of drinking problem ;) thank you, my dear friend<3

Panagiota Romios

June 14, 2025 at 8:16 PM

Hi Ann, Poetry can be so awesome and poetic, andvery addictive. I limit my reading time here and elsewhere. And I love this one, a Fav. Pandie Pangie

Anne Winter

June 15, 2025 at 2:52 AM

Thank you dear Pangie, for stopping by and reading my poem. I appreciate you :)

Kim Rodrigues

June 14, 2025 at 5:57 AM

Another fave! Drunk on poetry!

Anne Winter

June 15, 2025 at 2:53 AM

Thank you for faving my poem. I'm glad you liked it :)

Anne-Lise Andresen

June 12, 2025 at 1:08 AM

- I "drink" many poems a day ... it was a joy and "drinking" yours today ... I was drunk with joy and smile :) - A excellent poem :) - hugs

Anne Winter

June 12, 2025 at 1:42 AM

Dear Anne-Lise, I'm glad you felt joy and smiles reading my poem. I appreciate you, my dear friend. Best, Anne

Brandy Nicole

June 11, 2025 at 7:14 PM

' I sniffed soul soothing poetry, ' those ' buttery books. ' I can relate, being drunk in this way. :) You're such a gifted writer, Anne. I enjoy these moments you create, my sweet friend. :) Hugs, Brandy

Anne Winter

June 12, 2025 at 1:41 AM

Dear Brandy, thank you for writing such a beautiful comment. I feel appreciated. My heart feels so happy reading your sweet words, my dear friend. I appreciate you! Best, Anne

Sam Scott

June 11, 2025 at 12:16 AM

Words are clever little things aren't they? More than just contrast against a neutral background, more than stars leading a supporting cast of dots and commas.. I love your lines "Intoxicating from the dusty old Buttery books shelved on, inviting." and I think we, the writers and performers of words, can easily get lost - intoxicated even - in the pages. I like this poem, ooh steady, yes I do. Blessings S:) x (fav)

Anne Winter

June 11, 2025 at 6:04 AM

Dear Sam, such a lovely comment you've written and it is truly appreciated. I'm so glad you enjoyed the poem. I'm so grateful. Thank you so much :)

I Am Anaya

June 10, 2025 at 10:39 AM

You are an inspiration to this dilettante and dabbler of poetry. "Seize the day" y e s carpe diem...and you have, brilliantly Anne, and imagery, edgy and enchants!

Anne Winter

June 11, 2025 at 6:02 AM

Dear Anaya, your words touched my heart. Your kind words are appreciated and mean a lot. Thank you so much, dear friend :)

Daniel Henry Rodgers

June 10, 2025 at 10:00 AM

Dearest Anne, Suddenly, I feel drunk on poetry, too, and now I am lost in darkness and new nights, lifted from my desk by those intoxicating lines. The way you describe tasting each poem, letting them carry you until dawn. We both chase that dizzy, soul-soothing magic in dusty books and wild words. What a beautiful journey! A side note, I just had a class reunion this weekend and I had hoped Mrs. Dagenhart was there, but oh, she was not. Blessings, and light, My Dear Anne, Daniel

Anne Winter

June 11, 2025 at 6:02 AM

Dearest Daniel, I'm swept away by your words, and it's lovely to share this poetic intoxication with you! The nights, the words, the magic – it's a journey I'm grateful to embark on with fellow travelers like yourself. I hope Mrs. Dagenhart is well, and though she's not there in person, her impact surely remains. With love and respect always, Anne