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
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
posted by ... at 3:06 AM
8 Comments:
Wow! What a metaphor in life; the coldness and the bitterness make our life exciting to live.
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,"
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.
almost anecdotal. chilled comfort somehow...
Very sweet poem. Its beauty is in its simplicity and honesty. Thanks for posting this.
inkblot - Yes to anecdotal and yes to chilled comfort.
stormy zephyr - Thanks for reading. I think simplicity can lend itself to often funny understatements.
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.
prat - Which moment exactly? And yes, so right.
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