Painted whiskey illustration
From moraswines.com
ex-wives ex-lives
neatly fit in
square bottles
decanted
three fingers
three rocks
at a time
charred oak
amber despair
sharp cut
vitreous lead
crystal sorrows
refract in their
fireglass tumbled
kaleidoscope sins
cold companions
that splendidly
burn off regrets
to make room
for the shame
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
Poesy plus Polemics 
I can say, as an alcoholic, that feels like a pretty good alcoholic anthem to add to many I have tucked away. I still sing in recovery!! Great piece!
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thank you and Godspeed your continuing journey
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I don’t think there is one out there that couldn’t be reached with this. So very good!!!!
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thanks most kindly
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You say true, I say thankya.
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my pleasure, david
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thanks for sharing my poem with your readers
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A beautiful, somber piece.
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much appreciated, David
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‘That’s life’ as they say – yet when you capture it with words it paints the perfect image of a state of being also.
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it was just that for some I’ve known
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Yes, but there’s something to be said for a good ‘Knock of the Knob’ . . .
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enjoy a good sip, but not a swim
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Drowning Misery indeed. This is beautifully crafted.
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greatly appreciate that
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I prefer to drown in a cheap glass (or three) of wine, but the sentiment is the same. Perfectly captured!
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thank you kindly (hiccup)
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Great writing. You always use such beautiful images to wrap up life’s uglies.
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you are sweet to think so
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Call ’em like I see ’em. By the way, I sent someone new to see you–I think he has some similarities of writing, but that’s not a guarantee you’ll agree.
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Wonderfully written. Esp. like “amber despair” and “kaleidoscope sins
cold companions”
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thanks kindly, Melanie
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This is a brilliant poem with its short lines and the neatly captured scene. Ending is just a wee bit of a downer. Whisky can also make one tremedously philosophical 🙂
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yes it can – just not for this poor fellow
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I can taste the amber and smell it– but I don’t drink anymore. Excellent piece and sobering.
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more power to you, ellen
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Powerful and evocative imagery.
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thank you kindly, Serena
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Hi Paul. I can identify with your words with two ex-wives. Thank you for liking ‘Waved’. Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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appreciate that
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Brilliant.
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thanks kindly
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I enjoyed the feeling in this poem. I do not drown my misery, I merely create it.
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don’t we all
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My brother’s X wife tried to sue my dad for any inheritance. I remember his laughing and announcing to my brother, “You’re wife is suing me for divorce!” We drowned our sorrows in laughter 🙂
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I find bourbon lubricates laughter
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🙂
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This is a stark reminder indeed, Paul, well written, I love the last lines
‘cold companions
that splendidly
burn off regrets
to make room
for the shame’
something I can relate too all too well, like the lovely Journey in Rhyme, I am also in recovery, seven years and ten months sober so far, I was fortunate enough to swap those cold companions
for warm ones such as yourself, poetry is a form of therapy (both reading and writing it) and unites humanity. Words do so much more for me now than whiskey, thank you for yours, Mr Lenzi, you are a treasure.
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what a monumental achievement – congratulations, my friend
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Drink is just adding misery to sober misery.
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shades of Carry Nation
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Well, I’m not opposed to people drinking responsibly–I’ve just not seen much evidence of it; and it always multiplied my issues, so…I’ll toast the drinkers with my diet Pepsi, and party on sober!
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What a fine piece of work. I always enjoy reading your poetry.
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sincerely appreciate that, Wanda
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you make my mouth water.
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a toast from my world – cent’anni
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