
Last night, like most previous nights,
elusive peace sat at the bottom of the bottle
looking at me with the same pensive eyes
an enticing smile on her amber lips
the ebb and flow of discontent
that was capped within
begged to be emptied
such prayers are not meant to be denied
I relieve her from tumult every night.
Written for dVerse poetics. Today I am the host and we are writing a poem which is connected to drinking. Read about it here.
This sounds so very depressing… to drink like that with the bottom begging…
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Alcoholics and their excuses can be very depressing.
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You have painted a sad picture of drinking night after night, Punam. I enjoyed the personification but, for me, there is no peace to be found at the bottom of a bottle. These lines stand out:
‘the ebb and flow of discontent
that was capped within
begged to be emptied’.
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Thanks, Kim. Alcoholics do come up with ingenious excuses at times.
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This is beautifully poignant, Punam! I resonate with; “the ebb and flow of discontent that was capped within begged to be emptied.” ❤❤
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Thanks a lot, Sanaa. I am glad you liked those lines. ❤️
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oh personification in a bottle – I did wonder how it would end – you surprised me!
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Thanks, Laura. To be honest, I surprised myself too.
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Punam, “peace at the bottom of a bottle” would be a great title for a song.
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Now that you mention it, I agree it will.
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Ohhhh what a great take on your prompt, Punam! Yup….I think that bottle tempts a lot of people!
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It does, Lillian. Thanks so much.
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Well crafted! I love the metaphor.
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Thanks a lot, Barbara.
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Excellent personification and imagery. You have captured the temptation
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Thanks, JYP!
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Wow! Love your expression of the dependency on this liquid. 👍🏼
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Thanks a lot, Sadje.
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My pleasure
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Yes, a Spirit of the past.
Her number tells me so
Born in the flow of the Garonne
Still, quite hot that year
In Paris many perished
Unprepared for breathless heat
Still, the scent of moist evenings
And the warmth of those days
Swirls in the glassy
brown eyes of the young serveuse
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Thanks so much for sharing this. Love the second stanza.
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That’s a sad story Punam. (K)
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Alcoholism is, Kerfe.
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Very well written, Punam. Sounds like a lot of issues at work reflecting in the bottom of the bottle.
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So true, Dwight! Thanks a lot.
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You are welcome!
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I enjoyed and empathized with this. It reminded me of the expression, “first the man drinks from the bottle, then the bottle drinks from the man.”
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Exactly so, Christopher. Thank you.
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You do a great job, Punam, personifying the false allure of wine as an escape from conflict/problems to promised “peace.” Especially liked ‘the ebb and flow of discontent that was capped within begged to be emptied’ —
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Thanks so much, Dora. The problem arises when some become addicted to its allure.
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You’re welcome my friend. You describe the addictive quality very authentically.
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Too many succumb to the temptation of alcohol. I’ve seen too many ruined lives to ever want to go down that road. Love how this poem turns dark so suddenly!
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So have I, Val and it is so heartbreaking. Alcoholism, like drug addiction, can ruin entire families.
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This is excellently written, Punam. I found the poem intriguing and wondering what her entire story was. The best type of poems always make readers care and leave them with questions.
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Tanmay, your comment made me very happy. Thank you so much.
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You’re welcome🙏
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I’m afraid I’m going to have to try and restore a bit of balance here. Wine is a wonderful thing and is the perfect complement to a good meal. It doesn’t make problems go away, but nor does an expensive holiday or a night out on recreational drugs. They’re all examples of looking for help in the wrong places, not the root cause of the problem. That’s my excuse anyway 🙂
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I love your balanced view, Jane. Wine certainly is a wonderful thing! The problem is not that bottle of alcohol or those pills but how we start relying on them to escape reality. We always look for a quick fix for our problems and any bit of good time/indulgence is not a solution but becomes so easy to blame for our downslide.
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Yes, you’re right. There are degrees of escapism though, and a glass of wine in good company is one of the milder (and cheaper) ones. Taking a holiday is also easy on the addictive side of the balance, bad for the budget and the environment though. Anything to excess is bad, meat, sugar, fat… We can get addicted to a comfortable lifestyle too, in the sense that we won’t stop it or cut down on the comforts without a struggle 🙂
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Getting addicted to a comfortable lifestyle is the easiest and the most difficult to get rid off. 🙂
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Unfortunately for the planet…
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I agree…
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Who is the “she?” Is this the bottle?
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Depends on how you look at it. It could be the bottle or the peace the drinker thinks is at the bottom of the bottle or maybe the drinker! 🙂
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Ohh. That’s interesting. 🤔 Smart.
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🙂😉
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I enjoyed the personification of the bottle, sad as the story was.
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Thanks, Merril. Alcoholism is sad.
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Yes, it is. Any addiction is, I suppose.
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I think the peace at the bottom of a bottle is an uneasy one!
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I agree, Ingrid. But the realisation comes too late sometimes.
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Of course!
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Wow 😳
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Thank you!
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