Saturday, July 15, 2006

A Confession

I took your last beer
Please forgive me
I came home late,
But wasn’t tired

I finished my book
You were sleeping
You’ll be up soon
Without your beer

The book was entitled,
‘The Sun Also Rises’
The beer was so cold
And wonderfully bitter

10 Comments:

Blogger Jon Cox said...

Yum!!! VERY WELL DONE!

2:37 AM  
Blogger Danny Sillada said...

Wow! What a metaphor in life; the coldness and the bitterness make our life exciting to live.

4:24 AM  
Blogger bismuth said...

hemingway. this reminds me of that feeling i get everytime i read one book of his i've been trying to finish since 1997, "for whom the bell tolls,"

3:56 AM  
Blogger GEL said...

Very interesting.
I like how you used Hemingway in more ways than one.

4:14 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

Jon - You said it!

Danny - Very true. But there wouldn't be coldness if there wasn't warmth. I think.

bismuth - heh. I know the feeling. Haven't read Hemingway since "The Old Man and the Sea" in the early 90's. Probably wouldn't have if not for the insistence of a friend. This book made it easier, as I've got a thing for expatriates.

**silvermOOn** - Thanks. The simplicity can be contagious if you've something to say.

10:44 AM  
Blogger Inkblot said...

almost anecdotal. chilled comfort somehow...

6:10 AM  
Blogger Stormy Zephyr said...

Very sweet poem. Its beauty is in its simplicity and honesty. Thanks for posting this.

5:56 PM  
Blogger bert moth said...

inkblot - Yes to anecdotal and yes to chilled comfort.

stormy zephyr - Thanks for reading. I think simplicity can lend itself to often funny understatements.

2:41 PM  
Blogger Prat said...

hmmm the book made me write a rather neurotic post sometime ago...that moment he dscribes...slowly and then suddenly..that, my dear, is the foundation of neurotic writing.

8:08 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

prat - Which moment exactly? And yes, so right.

10:54 PM  

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