They Call The Sun Yellow

by Ben Pickard   Jun 26, 2017


I drink too much wine and lose too many nights;
I see the world in an eye-soaked haze of claret red.
I have danced with the devil for far too long
When I should have been dancing with my wife instead.

The songs my children sing echo throughout this house,
But I waltz to a life of perfect monotone.
They call the sun yellow - perhaps my eyes are blind:
I see it in the deathly hue to which my moods are prone.

I hereby call the clouds to empty all their acid rain,
And do beseech the buds should bloom before they die!
I wish to taste the nectar of the cherry tree;
This pilgrimage I lead has left me parched and dry.

--

Ben Pickard 2017

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  • 4 months ago

    by CJ Maleney

    There is always a source of moisture
    To sooth those sore cracked lips
    It could come from plant or stream
    Or perhaps from just a kiss

    There are those around that love you
    And to you them. you must hold
    The sun is not cracked and yellow

    It is beautiful in gold.

    You just need to look,

    Hope your ok dude

    Craig

    • 4 months ago

      by Ren

      <3

    • 4 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Lovely comment, Craig. Thank you.

  • 4 months ago

    by CRAFTY KEN

    Ben you already have my vote but I think I missed commenting so here it is; Great poem about a man who is not a tea tot-tiler, who mind and thoughts lead him to things he inwardly does not want to do. It's a boring dismal existence with wishes for better things. Very nice lines as usual from you!

  • 4 months ago

    by CRAFTY KEN

    Ben you already have my vote but I think I missed commenting so here it is; Great poem about a man who is not a tea tot-tiler, who's mind and thoughts lead him to things he inwardly does not want to do. It's a boring dismal existence with wishes for better things. Very nice lines as usual from you!

  • 4 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Thanks Peter. Good to hear from you.

  • 4 months ago

    by Em

    Ben this resonates so much with me. The oblivion we go into when drinking nothing else seems to matter at that moment in time apart from finishing off the bottle or when the next drink will be and it's difficult to overcome though maybe I have the wrong end of the stick but all I am going to say is... If I can overcome it then you can to.

    Take care
    Em

    • 4 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Em, it isn't too literal...only sometimes.
      Take care.

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