tonight, we drinkdrink to be drunk
not to forget
that's bullshite
there is no forgetting
and there is no regretting
let the crones regret
and the fools forget
tonight, we drink
to be drunk
you understand
said the king
yes
my lord
good, pour
more
we've work
to do
the boy
tell me
16 comments:
You KNEW this one would pull me, didn't you? First just because of the references to drink, but after grinning, it also is beautiful imagery. A favorite lyric came to mind: " . . the clowns and the jokers got drunk here last night. They talked of reunion and left arm in arm. What they didn't know is, what's done is done . . "
Lime, sometimes you have to do what you have to do. :-)
There is no forgetting. And regrets are sometimes all that are left. To drink for its own sake... I'll raise one tonight.
Badger, there is a poet in your comments, a very good poet. A toast to my desert friends. May you always be thirsty, for life, for love, for the open road with the wind at your back.
I am drunk on life...pour in some more...
Hope you are doing good tree. When is the daughter's wedding?
I love the picture. Tell me how this was made?
If it were a Rohrshach test image, I'd call that a burning rose.
Click of the glass to everyone who wanted to share a drink last night.
Tree, mostly, here in the desert, it's the screaming wind right into your face!
Badger, this image was created with Apophysis, a freeware program for Windows--the only thing I still use my PC for. This particular image was then modified slightly with a simplifying filter by Topaz Labs to give it a smoother finish. Glad you liked it and thanks for noticing. :-)
Lime, interesting you saw a rose. I used this image in an inverted form for the post 'without or within' (3 June). I say interesting in that in the inverted image, I saw the rose of death, yet in this version I see a green eye, perhaps green with envy, perhaps on fire to know the truth from the knight (assuming it is the eye of the king).
Clink. Clink. And a few more clinks for good measure. :-)
Mona, still struggling, day by day, some good some not so good. Thanks for asking.
Wedding date: August 8th.
Clink. I LIKE your view of it. Mine is this: the fire burning down through the center and the outer layers, dry and fragile, peeling away as the core burns out. Almost freeing. A butterfly shedding the cocoon, rather - when the outer layers peel away and the core is burned out, something new will be revealed.
Lime, I'll clink to that. May our clinking be as wind chimes on a cool desert night, a bevy of friends warm in the glow of an outdoor pit.
Clink. :-)
There is a wonderful sing-song melody to this poem achieved through the coupled rhymes that is befitting of the subject, lending the coveted merriness, buoyancy. Very, very nicely done.
Sunshine, this one almost has a Von/Rog snoot quality to it. Perhaps I was subconsciously channeling the two of them. :-D
I love the boastful feel to this... a very masculine poem.
Reading comments - wedding planned for August 8th! Wonderful!
Jen, August 8th can't come soon enough. :-D
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