Drinking the Day

by ahhhsmusch

Published July 13, 2012

They drank their days
away, till they
fell out of their mouths 
the next morning.

The pain in their throats
and the thumping in their heads
only as temporary
as their days.
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ahhhsmusch commented Comment · Jul 14, 2012

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wordsandwishes wrote a review Review · Jul 13, 2012

Nice, simple, and straight to the point. I loved the uniqueness and the way you added that extra bit of meaning at the end , reminding "them" that their days were numbered for one reason or another.
I also liked the fact that you made one of those pieces of writing that you have to re-read, and think about to fully understand their meaning.
I admire you ability to create such depth with so few words.

Keep writing!

w&w

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Amie wrote a review Review · Jul 13, 2012

this is quite an interesting poem; short and precise!
i love how the fact that becuase it is sort, it emphasises on their 'temporary' days- which in fact, leaves ominous overtones. Your point is consise, and i especially like the second stanza; keep up the good work!

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BenDietz wrote a review Review · Jul 13, 2012

Hi!

This was a very enjoyable poem! I felt that it was relatively easy to understand and made good use of storytelling techniques. I liked the fact that it was short, as I feel a lot of the time these days poets make poems which last a tad bit too long, sometimes dragging their point along, to the point where the meaning is lost and annoyance is found. That wasn't the case for this poem, however. Keep on writing, you obviously have a talent when it comes to poetry!

Ben Dietz.

Hi!

I would just like to convey my support of the above comments, because I would just be repeating them! I particularly like the line 'fell out of their mouths,' powerful stuff, good work!

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Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
— Carl Sandburg