Alcoholic by Sam Roberts
Engraved into her flesh
A mark of pressure
A declaration to her will
Just softly skimming over her vain
A perfect circle.
As she soon performs the effortless task,
of softly skimming her hand over the top
of the wine glass.
She drinks her toast
To her grave.
03/16/2003 Posted on 03/16/2003 Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Graeme Fielden on 03/16/03 at 11:43 PM the first stanza bore marks of Dylan (Thomas) for me...nice work :) |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/18/03 at 09:03 PM Powerful enough to blow the tusks off an elephant at 1000 yards. Well done! |
Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/18/06 at 12:17 PM Wow! Very powerful and bleak. Great job! |
Posted by Angela Stevens on 02/14/14 at 03:16 PM Like a slap. Definitely powerful! |
Posted by Johnny Crimson on 03/03/14 at 04:20 PM "a mark of pressure" so much lies in that line. This speaks in whispers. Great job. |
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