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Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Vodka Rain

You burn your dreams
on the tip of your tongue.
and swallow vodka until
you swim in excuses.

I grow weary of trying
to be your sunlight.

When the next storm arrives
I won’t be your umbrella.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

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Outlawyer said...

Oh dear! Vodka rain definitely a kind of acid rain--corrosive-- you've described it well! k.

Abin Chakraborty said...

brilliantly done.conveys years of love, disappointment and eventual disillusionment.

justjoyfulness said...

You nailed it very succinctly and beautifully.

brudberg said...

I think there comes a day when such a rain either kills or makes you find another shelter... to be another person's umbrella.. to often happens living with an alcoholic.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

This is brilliant. Palpable emotion, economical depiction and vivid, original images.

debispoems said...

I grow weary... in so few words you capture the ruin

hedgewitch said...

Yes, some people are very good at making their own rain. I can definitely relate to this one--especially like the title and the way you keep it consistent throughout.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Well said, Susie.

Ron. said...

Having spent several years attempting to shelter a blackout tequila drinker, I can (sadly) relate. I could not have said it better. Great work, Clevenger!

rallentanda said...

Succinct and brilliantly expressed. Loved it !

Outlawyer said...

Hey Susie--whoa! Enjoyed this revisit and the Thom Gunn. Thank you very much for your kind comment and twitter note. I am not very good at twitter--endlessly forgetting my password. Thanks. k.

Yvonne Osborne said...

Love, Love it! Especially the ending.

Kim Nelson said...

A release of codependence.
This is vivid and strong, Susie!

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