Empty cups..

September poetry number eight.

Empty cups..

In another lifetime. We danced, we drank and we loved. Once filled cup became half-empty and we accepted less. Once we entwined our dreams and lives. Now strangers, we became.

Today we have empty cups and no-more words to say. I wrote to my journal. When love died. Love died hard and bloody. Dying, crying and filling the empty glass with the Irish whiskey.

Last medicine for the broken heart. Is the jazz and the whiskey. They have never broke my heart.

Coyote

Reviews

[Just Kim]

I really liked how you summed up this write, kinda emotional but well said

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Just Kim for reading and the comment. I appreciate the kind words, my friend.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... you can become High on Love and Jazz...
by the Sea where Waves splash and Lovers Laugh...
tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Pat. I am being good. Two grand-boys are sleeping in another room. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... we have all sowed our "wild oats" and I have helped Veterans cope with memories of War. All we can do is sooth their wounds in order to Dance by the Sea. Thanks for your words. So sweet that your two grand-boys are sleeping in your home. They are a blessing to our Souls... and we love to hear them speak of their day when they learn the knowledge in School or from observing Life as it flows. gently, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Pat.

[Katrina Mckeown]

It’s a very sad day when we realise our relationship is withering away and we expect and accept less from that relationship as we realise it has reached the expiry date .
The Jazz and the whiskey I hope they numb your pain.
Katrina

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Katrina. I do like the jazz and two shots of whiskey at 8 pm. My grandfather did for 96 years. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Katrina Mckeown]

That’s good to hear… that’s lovely good on your grandfather 96 is a very great age to reach. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Him and my grandmother. 65 years together dear Katrina.

[Katrina Mckeown]

That’s lovely Coyote, I’ll bet they were an adorable couple to know . 💕

[Chris Shaw]

When the cups are empty and there is nothing left to say. Speaks of much disappointment. Love gone sour. Sad words Coyote. The whiskey and jazz help ease the pain. Have a good weekend.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Chris for reading and the comment. Just words, dear Chris. My five grandchildren keep me sane.

[Chris Shaw]

Yes, and they keep you busy too dear Coyote. Thank goodness for the children as we age :)