Poem -- Acrostic
S W A L L O W S C R E A M S;
f o r D I N N E R
"Swallow", word I hated to hear
Word meant for me to drink
Always evening dinner they would come
Liquid so thick my tonsils would stick
Laying there oozy back of my throat
Lolloping stuck like a drunken truck
Waiting but that Swallow coming not
Screams in the night dreams keep me awake
Cry out I could not no one to hear
Remembering song they wished to hear
Each note sticking to a brain cell
Again and again, over over
My sobs holding back as if I dare
Silenced by my fear though not afraid
for at the brink at night I dared not
only noise I made tears hitting the floor
red with blood from twisted bleeding ears
Dying my wish, that comes other day
Instead it's 'Swallow some more' 'til then
Nobody cares get rid of the junk
Next day no matter same o' same o' *
Each day I live to Swallow better
Remarkably I never do puke
A few South American Critters:
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[from an excursion on our 'Around South America' cruise]
_ _ _- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Magaly Guerrero at Weekly Scribblings # 33, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/08/weekly-scribblings-33-swallow-screams.html?m=1
- Magaly wants us to include the words, "Swallow screams for dinner" in our work.
* https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/same+o+%27+same+o+%27
Labels: Acrostic, Fiction, Gothic Fiction, Humor(?), Poem, South American 2016 Holiday, Syllabic Form, Weekly Scribbling
posted by Jim @ 8/19/2020 03:09:00 PM
9 comments
9 Comments:
Goodness, how creative with the challenge. This is such a painful read. Reality drips through the ink.
Alcoholism is a tough one. Everyone around someone who drinks their meals tends to get hurt.
Oh, and that was a very interesting way to keep the prompt phrase intact. :-)
Clever of you to use the phrase as an acrostic. At first I thought the poem recounted a child's fears, but I see it's even more serious than that. One of your best writes, I think
Well done for creating an acrostic from the prompt words, Jim, and for such a tragic and terrifying story of addition. You conveyed the despair so well in the lines:
‘Liquid so thick my tonsils would stick
Laying there oozy back of my throat
Lolloping stuck like a drunken truck’,
the screams in the night and the ‘twisted bleeding ears’.
Playfully creative way to use the prompt...but such a dark topic. Really detailed picture of addiction.
A clever way to handle the quote; a bit distubing to read.
Bravo on an acrostic cleverly written
Happy Friday Jim
Much💝love
I agree, the acrostic was a unique and clever way to deliver this very tortured poem of addiction!
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