With a bottle of wine I sit by the flowing willow tree
Wer’re drinking alone the moon and I
, the moon above looks down on me;
I call and lift my cup to her brightness.
Drinking in the Moon beams my companion provides for free.
What a party we to are having I say, —
But if only it was a party for three,
Then we could get drunk on the moon beams,
the way it used to be,
So I seek my solace alone
Regretting I am free
The drinking, the moon and my shadow.
Is all that’s left for me!

Submitted: Monday, September 29, 2008

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  • Rookie - 12 Points Fay Slimm (10/1/2008 10:22:00 AM)

    I love the imagery you have used here Jim - a sad verse but showing not everything goes when relationships end, we have more than moonbeams if we look in the right place. A good piece in the reading too. 10 from me. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie David Threadgold (9/29/2008 8:37:00 AM)

    Hi James. A really well put together piece that flows very well. and projecting a sad drinking session. well done Regards Dave T**10** a great read cheers to you and the shadow. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 156 Points Marilyn Lott (9/29/2008 8:32:00 AM)

    Aww, such a sad poem, drinking alone with the moon beams. Beautiful but sad. A '10! ' James.

    Best Wishes,
    Marilyn (Report) Reply

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