Sip on these tears with me my love.
Come, let us dine on our sorrows, we will never starve.
These mournful tales are a delecatessen to all fine connesieurs.
My dear let us feast on all these petite-fours of our past mistakes.
Let us gorge ourselves in weary acceptance of our misgivings.
Tonight as we rest beneath the stars, we will be free of all but our wine- stained regrets.
My dear, bonnes nuit and bon appertit.
I absolutely adore the vocabulary used in this poem. Though relatively short, the word choice is stunning from start to finish. "Come, let us dine on our sorrows, we will never starve." This line held my attention and captured me the most, such a unique way of looking at how we feed ourselves through sadness at times.
I particularly liked how the closing line seems to slightly contradict the first line I mentioned. It has a somewhat hopeful ring to it unlike the first one, because life is indeed what we make it, we just have to want something bad enough.
A lovely little poem with some truly thought provoking questions arising from it.
This poem felt like an elegant ballroom dance to me. The feelings in it, and the musicality of the words and emotion just swayed my head. I found myself lost in the language, the intensity of the words. It was sarcastic, and sad. As if, the writer was in the mindset of a conductor, constructing every feeling within them to build such a symphonic written piece. It had and opening, a plot, and ending. All in those few; Ines I heard and I saw ballads. Only great writers can manage to that with so little words. Perfection.
I absolutely love this. How sweet it is to reflect upon the past for all its spat words and tender kisses. I love the concept of reveling in sadness,albeit for a while whilst sipping on a glass of vino. The quality of this poem is lifted by using the language of the French, specifically food/ drink associated phrases.
A clever write and one that that I am about to pop into my favorite inside Tweed jacket pocket.
Well done on your win. How sweet that tastes the morning after?