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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

Date: 7/5/2025 8:39:00 PM

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

Anne Winter
Date: 7/6/2025 1:14:00 AM

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

Panagiota Romios

Date: 6/14/2025 8:16:00 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
Date: 6/15/2025 2:52:00 AM

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

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 6/14/2025 5:57:00 AM

Another fave! Drunk on poetry!

Anne Winter
Date: 6/15/2025 2:53:00 AM

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

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 6/12/2025 1:08:00 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
Date: 6/12/2025 1:42:00 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

Date: 6/11/2025 7:14:00 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
Date: 6/12/2025 1:41:00 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

Date: 6/11/2025 12:16:00 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
Date: 6/11/2025 6:04:00 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

Date: 6/10/2025 10:39:00 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
Date: 6/11/2025 6:02:00 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

Date: 6/10/2025 10:00:00 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
Date: 6/11/2025 6:02:00 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