Golden Poem by John Kipling Lewis

Golden

Rating: 3.9


The whiskey bottles only
sing like a choir when
I've promised myself I
wont drink.

They only glisten golden
in the dim bar light
when they are out of reach.

They taste sweet and dance
in the mouth of my imagination.

They blossom in my mind
and please me with whispered
promises of salvation.

And I think to myself...

'Whiskey can't talk. It was
you that made them sing.'

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
K Holoholo 05 November 2007

Good poem, It gets the visual mind going.

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Kath Moore 05 November 2007

5. A bit wordy (lots of it could be cut: 'only' in L1, the 'And I think to myself' line, etc.) the images could be more detailed, and some of it is cliched (stanzas 2 and 3) . But a good start.

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