Chardonnay

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Vintage Publishing


A piece from my book Noir: Confessions from Lisbeth...


Drinking to forget even for a while,

I only see your face and that tender smile.

Is there a cure for pain; something to prescribe?

I guess this chardonnay is what I will imbibe.

 

I recollect the memories; I wish that you were here,

I know I am the one who wants to disappear.

It’s always the same every time I let you go,

Your love is very toxic; it’s something that I know.

 

Drinking Cabernet or drinking Pinot noir,

No matter what it is; I wonder where you are.

To get you out of me; I cannot find a way,

All I see is you in this glass of chardonnay.


Submitted: December 27, 2017

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Mike S.

Well, I hope it help dull, J.B!

Wed, December 27th, 2017 7:21pm

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Lol... Thank you, Mike, don't worry, it's Fiction :)

Wed, December 27th, 2017 11:26am

Adam L.

I love white wine so I will be bias here lol. Great poem, Lis, nicely done.

Wed, December 27th, 2017 7:45pm

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Thank you, Adam, I am more inclined to Cabernet.

Wed, December 27th, 2017 11:51am

hullabaloo22

A drop of wine can help to remember or to forget, I guess. Nice work, jaylisbeth!

Wed, December 27th, 2017 8:29pm

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Thank you very much, Hully, I suppose you are right.

Wed, December 27th, 2017 12:40pm

Sue Harris

A great tale with a moral... trying to drown sorrows in alcohol doesn't work! Loved the words and rhyming. Well done, a great job!

Wed, December 27th, 2017 10:31pm

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Thank you very much, Sue :)

Wed, December 27th, 2017 3:10pm

Amy F. Turner

Drinking your to better days seems like a good idea at first and even feels warm and kind as it goes down but after several it turns mean and the morning bleak and full of more pain outside and inside. Well penned.

Thu, December 28th, 2017 12:16am

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Tell me about it, the day after is always the worst! Thank you very much, Amy.

Wed, December 27th, 2017 8:37pm

Dr. Acula

Funny how drinking to forget always seems to bring about random memories we didn't want to remember ))
Or, when trying to look at things in a different light, from a different mindset, we consider things, that we had once tried to let go of.
Ah, those damn grapes !
Anyhow, lets have a drink sometime !
And, make a toast to forgetting the ghost !
Then we''ll look back on it and say, remember that time....
haunted and hungover.
Anyways.. I get it :D

Thu, December 28th, 2017 1:35am

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Ha! I'd love to, Doc :)

Wed, December 27th, 2017 8:36pm

moa rider

Give me Central Otago Pinot noir any day Jay. But alcohol is a depressant, no doubt. For you, thank goodness you have poetry! But friends and quiet exercise amongst nature are the best roads to solace. Usianguke

Thu, December 28th, 2017 3:58am

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Thank you very much, Moa :)

Wed, December 27th, 2017 8:35pm

Spyguy

I’m just a thought away... No matter, come what may!
Just lift your mind to look; In your head is the book!
Future’s so unclear... But in your mind, I’m near!!
A peaceful thought to hold... If you can be so bold!

Thu, December 28th, 2017 8:00am

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Aww thank you, Spy :)

Thu, December 28th, 2017 12:25am

Criss Sole

Very well written. I can totally relate to this! I have been there so many times. Some wine certainly helped take away the heartache i was feeling so this poem really spoke to me. I loved it.

Thu, December 28th, 2017 8:01am

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Thank you so much, Criss :)

Thu, December 28th, 2017 12:25am

LeParadisNoirPoetique

Either drunk or sober, the memories are always the same, whether good or bad. A drink is the option to forget for a moment of hours, as it nullifies any pain from thinking about those memories. Your realism here is brilliant, because it is about forgetting those memories for a moment, where the drink puts them into a slumber. But there is no way out to forget them, and I love your last line, because it reflects this perfectly. This is another amazing poem, and you are getting better and better. The way you draw stark realism into your poetry is undying, and you do it brilliant.

Tue, January 2nd, 2018 11:07am

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Just a touch of drama lol... Thank you for reading, Dexter :)

Tue, January 2nd, 2018 6:00am

Jeff Bezaire

Drinking never helps to forget; it's what resurrects the ghosts of our past. If only there was a way to forget, to erase the memories. But then we wouldn't learn and grow, and we wouldn't become stronger in our hearts.
Sometimes remembering is the cure. Remembering the ugliness and pain keeps our feet firmly embedded on the right side of the line we've drawn, and keeps others from crossing that line.

Wed, January 3rd, 2018 9:19pm

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Alcohol is treacherous. Thank you, Jeff

Wed, January 3rd, 2018 2:00pm

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