Comments on: Alcohol

By: Room without doors

Room without doors — Tue, 18 Jul 2006 16:53:36 +0000

This poem is good. Your images are fast and furious and the images envelop. I like the This is stanza. I like Dylan Thomas as well - I know this vicious minutes hour that like a tree has roots in you and buds in you. ….and I caught in mid-air perhaps her and am still the little bird. My husband is a recovered alchi so I understand a lot about your fire belly dragon! I liked this poem

By: Rob

Rob — Tue, 18 Jul 2006 18:20:16 +0000

Funny you should mention that Thomas poem, it was, among others, one of the first poems that “hit” me and started me off…

By: shell

shell — Sat, 10 Mar 2007 14:37:47 +0000

oh wow, this is a powderkeg of a poem! some of the images are genius and i’d think about putting them together, see what they get up to …

through twist of vein
to starburst eye
day leaves sparkles
scattered on a sea of skin.

sorry, sometimes i have a big mouth and can’t resist … displacement due to my own muse absence, perhaps? *wry grin

By: Michael Skelding

Michael Skelding — Mon, 11 Aug 2008 19:36:09 +0000

Hi Rob.
We lost our son. He was thirty five. He was also alcoholic. I have no idea how you are now but I just want to offer encouragement. There is life after spirits.

Dead
in a bed
on a ward
our son
curtained off.

Regards Michael

By: Dave Barber

Dave Barber — Sun, 12 Oct 2008 22:17:17 +0000

Like your poetry! Have you performed public readings alot? I”ve never done this and it scares me to death. Not sure I can do this. Any suggestions?

Dave

By: Dave Barber

Dave Barber — Sun, 12 Oct 2008 22:48:55 +0000

Experience with this subject:

Watching Her Die

I watched her die.
No, it wasn’t some violent scene

of gushing blood and torn inners,

But it was death the same.

Watching her walk to her mail

staggering at 9am,

hiding her bottles

under couches, in her

kitchen shelves.

at 37,

she was gone.

we saw the other side

(After we found her,

stiff as old cardboard

in the rain.)

God, what a shadow,

what she was

what she could do.

And we hated ourselves

for not trying

harder.

12 Oct 08

dlb