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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

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20 comments:

  1. bethanySaturday, September 12, 2009 11:56:00 PM

    My favourite line:

    "he died of thirst in the hail"

    Excellent.

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  2. Tammie LeeSunday, September 13, 2009 12:28:00 AM

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

    wonderful poem.
    Spirithelpers

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  3. anthonynorthSunday, September 13, 2009 3:03:00 AM

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

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  4. Amias (ljm and liquidplastic)Sunday, September 13, 2009 4:28:00 AM

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

    Are you alright?

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  5. SandyCarlsonSunday, September 13, 2009 6:19:00 AM

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

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  6. Linda JacobsSunday, September 13, 2009 7:10:00 AM

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

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  7. gautami tripathySunday, September 13, 2009 7:50:00 AM

    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!

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

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

    This is a nice poem, Mr Jim =)

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  9. Sandra.ifSunday, September 13, 2009 8:33:00 AM

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

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  10. MaggieSunday, September 13, 2009 10:57:00 AM

    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.

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  11. Quiet PathsSunday, September 13, 2009 2:12:00 PM

    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!

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  12. Beth P.Sunday, September 13, 2009 10:07:00 PM

    Well now!

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

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  13. AnonymousSunday, September 13, 2009 11:53:00 PM

    good one Jim!

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

    shraddha

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  14. qualcosa di belloMonday, September 14, 2009 7:57:00 PM

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

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  15. Tumblewords:Monday, September 14, 2009 9:30:00 PM

    Very clever - loved this one...

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  16. JeevesTuesday, September 15, 2009 11:28:00 PM

    Lovely image and poem

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  17. Cassiopeia RisesThursday, September 17, 2009 11:32:00 AM

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

    love-Melanie

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  18. sgreerpittThursday, September 17, 2009 3:29:00 PM

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

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  19. PattiThursday, September 17, 2009 8:02:00 PM

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

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  20. The Write GirlFriday, April 09, 2010 10:39:00 PM

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

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