Trevor Mcleod Poet Couplet

The Shade of a Swizzle Stick Version 2

The shade of a swizzle stick frightened the drunk
Who's head bowed down in shivers of funk
Like leaves that cool when shriveled 'till shrunk
To swizzle our sticks in cool ice junk

Dum Drunken man with lids; his dreams
Erase each moment in flickers and seams
Won't die 'till morning; eyes form beams
When memories left forget it seems.

~The Shade Of A Swizzle Stick

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Tim B January 31, 2012 at 10:04 AM Trevor, the poem has a great flow to it and some well crafted rhymes. Long ago it was that I fell under that shade, and have long since thrown away that swizzle stick. God Bless, and thank you for your comments on my poetry, much appreciated.