If wine is bottled poetry
what is the cure for intoxication
when, having drunk too deep
I dance to the reeling word
keeping time to music
only I hear,
when the bottle sits, empty and spun
after a game spinning it
and I can’t remember
who I kissed
the reality hangover
is the worst–
the morning after cure
a series of haiku, pearls
swallowed like pills
until my eyes will open
Susan Daniels Poetry 
OH Susan. I love this. So very true and creatively spun. the drunken revelry and the crashing hangover..sigh
Thanks, Audra! Had some fun with this!
Please don’t go into a poetic abuse program, we like it when you’re word drunk!
Hee, hee–thanks!
Loved the pearls.>KB
Thanks! That is probably the only keeper out of this one.
I don’t know. I would keep the whole thing. Short poem about either drinking or just being a poet. I mean, it’s not Stopping By The Woods… but it has a certain panache to it. Unless you need to use the pearls someplace else.>KB
Hmmm. I see your point and thanks. Those pearls were a surprise–something I was not expecting out of this drunken/hangover piece about poetry. For that reason alone, they might show up somewhere else, or stay right here. Time will tell.
You never know, but if you leave the poem in play you will always know where they are. You can always kill a piece, but not alway remember how it went.>KB
Good point. Not ditching this one anywhere.
Best way to avoid a hangover? Keep drinking. Or writing. Or reading for that matter
Perfect advice!
I believe so.
🙂
I felt this way after my Friday Fictioneers post yesterday. Spent emotionally and physically. All I wanted to do was curl into a ball and cry. Which I did. Today is a brighter day and a smile lights up my heart. Thank you for your words.
Aw, Renee–thank you!
You must be an old soul – I haven’t heard mention of “spin the bottle” for more than 50 years
Hee, hee. We played it in the 80s.
ha! what’s that wonderful expression Natalie Goldberg has? “feeling used by the Muse?”
Yes! I am going to have to read her now–that is the second time you have mentioned her.
Maybe getting drunk on poetry is a good thing?
Oh dear…I am pretty sure I would trade my poetry writing today for a game of drunk spin the bottle.:) Have a good weekend Susan!:)
-Jennifer
Hahaha–if you are writing today, you are already playing spin the bottle with your muse. Plant a big one on him for me and have a great weekend 😉
🙂
What wonderful words
Oh, thank you!
As the old saying goes, hair of the dog that bit you…
Hee, hee. yep.
This poem is pure perfection. Wow.
Oh, wow, thank you!
An addiction, and a lovely one.
Thanks, Nelle. Hope they never come up with a cure!
Makin’ out with the muse… 😀
Hahaha–yes. I’ve fessed up.
YES!
Thank you! Nothing ever really cures that buzz (and I’m glad nothing does, really).