Sunday, September 13, 2009

One Single Impression: Thirst




A Thirst

He came in quest of a drink
his terrible thirst to quench.
Leavings from the kitchen sink
were offered him by the wench.

I need a drink, not that slop
was his retort 'side the door.
Impudent trash you churl rot
that I'd drink in Hell before.

Poor soul quite a needless spat,
back out in the rain he fell.
Gasping for life and a draft,
he died of thirst in the hail.

Fall from Heaven, life's sweet wine;
that hail as grapes in the rain.
O had he drank from that vine
no longer he'd thirst in vain.

Copyright © 2009 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved

Find more poems at One Single Impression
"Romance" as prompt was
suggested by Janice of
My Bellavia

Labels: , , , ,

20 Comments:

At Saturday, September 12, 2009 11:56:00 PM, Blogger bethany said...

My favourite line:

"he died of thirst in the hail"

Excellent.

 
At Sunday, September 13, 2009 12:28:00 AM, Blogger Tammie Lee said...

nice to know there is always at least one open door.

wonderful poem.
Spirithelpers

 
At Sunday, September 13, 2009 3:03:00 AM, Blogger anthonynorth said...

A great take on thirst. some clever lines in this.

 
At Sunday, September 13, 2009 4:28:00 AM, Blogger Amias said...

Yes, Jim .. this is a poor fellow, but you represented thirst well.

Are you alright?

 
At Sunday, September 13, 2009 6:19:00 AM, Blogger SandyCarlson said...

That's getting a drink the hard way, Jim! Thanks for this.

 
At Sunday, September 13, 2009 7:10:00 AM, Blogger Linda Jacobs said...

I like the mood created by the down-home language!

 
At Sunday, September 13, 2009 7:50:00 AM, Blogger gautami tripathy said...

I loved the rhyming!

inside, outside, which side

Please don't forget to post your creative works at Monday Poetry Train Revisited too each Monday morning!

 
At Sunday, September 13, 2009 8:16:00 AM, Blogger audrey` said...

"As the deer pants for the water..."

This is a nice poem, Mr Jim =)

 
At Sunday, September 13, 2009 8:33:00 AM, Blogger if said...

the rain........I love that!

 
At Sunday, September 13, 2009 10:57:00 AM, Blogger Maggie said...

When living for the wine from grapes, a person will still have a thirst after the belly is full.

It can not satisfy the deep thirst which is born before a person is formed of clay.

 
At Sunday, September 13, 2009 2:12:00 PM, Blogger Quiet Paths said...

Sounds like the lyrics to an old 1890's ballad, Jim! Something that they might get up and sing in the old concert halls while they are serving whiskey!

 
At Sunday, September 13, 2009 10:07:00 PM, Blogger Beth P. said...

Well now!

You always come up with a different angle, Jim--quite enjoyed this one!

 
At Sunday, September 13, 2009 11:53:00 PM, Blogger shraddha/april@theselfloveproject said...

good one Jim!

I will be posting in couple of minutes..you might want to laugh at it..

shraddha

 
At Monday, September 14, 2009 7:57:00 PM, Blogger qualcosa di bello said...

sometimes what we need is right in front of us & we are too stubborn to see/accept it! brilliant!

 
At Monday, September 14, 2009 9:30:00 PM, Blogger Tumblewords: said...

Very clever - loved this one...

 
At Tuesday, September 15, 2009 11:28:00 PM, Blogger Jeeves said...

Lovely image and poem

 
At Thursday, September 17, 2009 11:32:00 AM, Blogger Beloved Haiku Dreams said...

Jim, I just love it. I great take on the prompt. Wonderful.

love-Melanie

 
At Thursday, September 17, 2009 3:29:00 PM, Blogger Sue said...

there's all kinds of thirst aren't there, Jim, and all kinds of thirst quenchers!

 
At Thursday, September 17, 2009 8:02:00 PM, Blogger Patti said...

So sad Jim; quite maudlin...but I loved the rhyme and story!!!

 
At Friday, April 09, 2010 10:39:00 PM, Blogger The Write Girl said...

Thanks for sharing this poem with me. I love the rhyme and flow. Nicely written.

 

Post a Comment

<< Home