Whiskey
and Roses
Some days are made for war,
whiskey and roses
and don't forget to throw in
an Irish love song of heart
break.
Some days, the prairie
blossoms and
wine won't get to the bottom
of your sorrows like the
burn of
whiskey or the scourge
of thorns.
She would raise a
toast to a heart broken
in the sweetest place; proclaim prosit,
turn that tumbler
and drink it dry...
forsaking the delicate
allure of the more fragile flowers
and the sweet
charismatic aroma of the wine
before it teases the taste
buds.
I, for one, would join
her for a shot of whiskey;
raise a toast to an
Irish ditty and --
drop a rose on the
counter
in payment.
Dan Tharp is the author of
four books of poetry, 3 of which are in chapbook form... Side by
Side, Yielding Desire to Fate, A Season Made for Wondering and A Rose in
the Briar Patch. Dan resides in Southern California.
I really enjoyed this celebration of human spirit Dan. You have a way of pulling the reader into your poem and almost making them a participant. I loved this! Aloha, Connie
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DeleteI enjoyed your piece Dan.
ReplyDeleteI was into it from beginning to end, but that second stanza is what really blew me away. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Poppy. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
DeleteThis one put a warm smile on my face, Dan. Very well-written and nicely done. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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What a fun poem, Dan. I so enjoyed the lively spirit of it.
ReplyDeleteThank you for posting.
Your diction is divine!
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