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Barfly
by Mary Ellen Smith
comforted by the smoke and shadows of the bar,
she stays hidden in the corner booth and her slurred raspy voice
cracks the darkness around her.
"Beauty is a curse"
she repeats it over and over again.
she drags the flame of her cigarette to a sudden bright flare,
wrinkles and weariness betrayed for only an inhaled breathÂ’s moment.
a door opens, flooding the bar with smokey half twilight.
her little pink tongue darting out to catch the end of the warm
friendly liquid that her glass holds.
light squeezes into the dark bar filtering thru her empty glass as she lifts a soft spongy arm and waves.....
"Bartender! Gimme another!"
01/24/2003 Posted on 01/25/2003
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 01/25/03 at 04:37 AM Yesh thish ish a good poem.....Char-hic-lie |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/25/03 at 11:04 PM Quite different from your usual writing. Focused and intense in its description. Has tragic waste of life written all over it! |
| Posted by JD Clay on 01/27/03 at 02:12 PM This one speaks volumes ME. You have encapsulated a slice of urbana in your wonderful verse while summing it all up in the title. I love your sytle.
Peace... |
| Posted by Cathlyn Cartier on 01/27/03 at 09:45 PM Yes indeed... Very different from what we are used to seeing in your library, but I quite enjoyed this departure. Excellent! |
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