One of Christi's martini glasses, that is...two out of an original four have met their demise at my hand...and foot. Accidents! They hide under couches, they crouch delicately in unyielding sinks...poor guys. :( anyway, today's poem is both a homage to the dearly departed, and an exercise in meter. Trying to break out of any rut I may be in... :)
Anyway, last night was So fun--a very talented friend came over to sing musicals, Christi joined in--so we made it through several selections from Fiddler on the Roof, a couple from Grease, "A Little Priest" and "The Worst Pies in London" from Sweeney Todd, and concluded with "One Day I'll Fly Away" from Moulin Rouge. oh, not forgetting our detour into Labyrinth's "Magic Dance." :) pretty much rocked!
Anyway, so here is the poem. No, it's not good, but the martini glass won't know, it's dead. :(
Once ivory, my gown is olive green
And wafting scents of brine.
A trembling hand, a fragile stem--
It's time.
Once giddy from the ghastly touch of gin,
I crave unhindered tears--
But no one weeps at parties, darn it.
Cheers!
Is causeless celebration worth the ache
Of hindsight's wise regret?
I should lie down, or leave--but no,
Not yet.
The night is young.
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