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Shaken, Not Stirred
by Genevieve Sturrocki wish i were still
irresponsible enough
to get away with
drowning my sorrows
for there are days
when my heart
gets used as a
punching bag
and i long for
the numbing quality
of spanish queen olives soaked
in that juniper liquor
straight up
dirty and dry
shaken, not stirred
just like me
03/14/2007 Author's Note: hard day, harder night, hardest yet to come
Posted on 03/14/2007
Copyright © 2025 Genevieve Sturrock
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 03/14/07 at 04:40 PM That last stanza is especially strong. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 03/14/07 at 05:17 PM Ah yes... to live again those days of our early adulthood... remember when high school was over? and we were all thinking of which college to go to, so many options, and seemingly all the time in the universe... and then when the subject of alcohol came up.. those of us who were of drinking age would proudly go in to buy... and others of us who were underage... would dream of the day, we, too would be 'legal'.....lol.. those were the days!...lol... thanks for sharing.. ;-) |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 03/16/07 at 10:32 PM yes, i've been thinking these thoughts of late.. it would be nice to drowned in the solace of the beauty of certain beverages... i hope you survived and i hope you are feeling better!!! |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 03/17/07 at 04:59 AM Hi Genevieve,
Yes, I believe we all have been thru days like this. It is sad. Hope everything is better for you. |
| Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 03/23/07 at 03:24 AM That last stanza is brilliant. And hey, Bond always seemed to come through after a similar quaff, G! |
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