Line Gauthier Poet Free verse

Rufi In My Wine -Abridged Version-

I let an opportunist within my circle of trust

He slipped a rufi in my wine
I was too naïve to question 
my sudden lapse of memory

I tremble at what might have been

I was like putty in his hands
it happened so easily
I was so naïve

My destiny was in the hands of
someone who could not be trusted
my luck hanging on a string



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

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John Watt March 25, 2020 at 11:18 PM One's circle of trust is such a vulnerable place. To abuse that vulnerability with drugs is deplorable. Glad you escaped and can write a cautionary tale for others to heed. Blessings, friend ~ John Line Gauthier March 26, 2020 at 4:13 PM Thanks, John. It happened many years ago.

M. L. Kiser March 23, 2020 at 6:15 AM Sad and scary. It happens to many. Well penned. Line Gauthier March 24, 2020 at 6:27 PM Thanks for your visit and comment, ML.

Phyllis Babcock March 19, 2020 at 4:28 PM Always pay attention to what is around you.A good warning.love phyl Line Gauthier March 19, 2020 at 5:22 PM Absolutely ~ and don't be so naive...

Connie Marcum Wong March 18, 2020 at 12:50 AM This happened to me and also to my daughter. You can never be too trusting. We have to always pay attention. I hope you enjoyed St. Patrick's Day Line. xxoo Line Gauthier March 18, 2020 at 5:41 AM I had a beer at home to celebrate St.Patty's Day ~ less the rufi.

Andrea Dietrich March 17, 2020 at 7:20 PM I like the metaphor here, Line. True story? How horrible some people can turn out to be Line Gauthier March 17, 2020 at 8:48 PM True story - thankfully very old story.

Caren Krutsinger March 17, 2020 at 3:12 PM This is seriously serious; the ones who are fooled are usually the naïve who would have never suspected. Sadly. Line Gauthier March 17, 2020 at 5:51 PM Thanks for your visit and comment, Caren.

Jennifer Proxenos March 17, 2020 at 12:16 PM Also did not know what a rufi is, sounds as if it could make us putty in the wrong hands! Imaginative poem, Blessings Line Jenny Line Gauthier March 17, 2020 at 5:51 PM Thanks, Jennifer.

Quoth Theraven March 17, 2020 at 9:42 AM Line, I don't find this a frightening cautionary tale, except maybe that the heart is dosed, as others have commented. I see an interesting metaphor born out by your line 'I was like putty in his hands'. -Richard Line Gauthier March 17, 2020 at 5:51 PM Thanks for your comment, Richard.

Timothy Mcguire March 16, 2020 at 10:32 PM Scary for sure Line Gauthier March 17, 2020 at 8:31 AM Yup.

M. L. Kiser March 16, 2020 at 9:36 PM I t does happen and many are too trusting. Well done. Line Gauthier March 17, 2020 at 8:32 AM Thanks, ML.

Kim Rodrigues March 16, 2020 at 8:38 PM Frightening! Reminded that our bodies can be putty in the wrong hands. Line Gauthier March 17, 2020 at 8:32 AM Well put, Kim.

Gershon Wolf March 16, 2020 at 7:30 PM Well, now I know what a 'rufi' is. Guess I'm pretty naive. Thanks for the education, Line. :) gw Line Gauthier March 16, 2020 at 8:11 PM That's a better way to learn, Gershon.

Panagiota Romios March 16, 2020 at 4:09 PM I have had some wild stuff put in my drinks. I do not know what it was, but a friend saved me from any damage he had in mind. Panagiota xx Line Gauthier March 16, 2020 at 8:10 PM Whew~ That was a close one.

Charlie Smith March 16, 2020 at 1:39 PM Not good, those Rafi's. Well done Line... Line Gauthier March 16, 2020 at 2:30 PM Thanks for your visit and comment, Charlie.