First World Problems

by Saerelune   Jan 12, 2014


These days, alcohol has become
a catalyst to catharsis, despite wine
being a torturer to my tongue, its whip
a sorceress to scarred ears, and
under the spell of whines, I have
thrown bucketlists into dustbins
without hesitation, like I've become
a donkey carrying empty buckets;
blaming the wind for taking away my oasis
just because it happened to kick sand in my face.

12-1-2014
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  • 11 years ago

    by Abed

    I think you mean 'catalyst'.
    It's so refreshing to see someone using a word outside of the literary world and incorporating it in a poem. And it serves well your purpose, especially with 'alcohol'.
    I love it.

  • 11 years ago

    by Melpomene

    Cynnie,

    What I appreciate most about your poetry as of late is the honesty. You've dismissed a lot of whimsical ideas and began focusing on what's around you. This allows the reader to understand what you are speaking about as most of the images are visible to them in their own surroundings.

    As usual I admire your technique, the alliteration was on point and your play on words clever. Though not by definition, I liked the close relationship between words, like wine and whines, bucket and bucket lists.

    I have been reading your poetry and Facebook quotes as of late and I have such an urge to dig deeper into your thoughts and unravel them.

    Mel

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