Turn The Page

I'm sitting, in my room, littered with pictures of people that I barely, know, anymore..My senses are awakened by the smell of catfish. A common smell, in the South. I find, it oddly comforting and it eases my pain a little bit.
I go to eat, because I know that having a full belly, eases my sorrows.
The fatty fish, is sub par, not on the level, of what we used to eat, and it reminds me of how things change.
There's a bread tye, in the coleslaw, 
because my grandmother is getting old.
Everyone laughs. 

I fix myself, a glass of wine, feeling like things have been a little repaired,
that the weight of the silence, is a little less heavy.
I take it to the room, set it next to the bed, and sip,
slowly.
I feel a little exhilaration, from the alcohol.
I watch a quick video. I smile a little.
Then, I go back to my music. 
I replay the same song.
Listening to sweet poetry for my soul.

I'm a little irritated, right now, but in a way,
I'm feeling much better.
I'll keep sipping on this glass of wine, til it's gone.


I'm wondering if, I'm Cinderella, in this song.
Cinderella, can drive it home. Even, if she has to do it with one headlight. 

Reviews

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

A fine mod life poem, expressed swell, succinct and fab to read. Kudos!

Plz also read and comment my newest poem here

[Perdition]

Now and then, there comes a poem that shows up and stirs up everything, usually it’s because we’ve all been there, with my grandmother, it was a newspaper left in the turkey because soaking news makes it moist? BUT you're supposed to take it out before serving. You invited us all back to where we’ve been at some point or another, sipping wine and watching our nights spill out over everything, yet still finding the unremarkable and perfect something that binds our whatevers with a simple, well-placed tie. In other words, you’ve written a bombshell!!! Fingers thunderously snapping~

[Light and ashes]

Very kind of you.
The News reading turkey is funny, but still the same, very sad..
Thank you for your words, on my little nothing of a piece.

[Perdition]

A pleasure and it is NOT nothing or else I wouldn’t have given it the value. Never doubt your talent… Doubt and Poetry are not made for ways of way where talent and emotion are wonderfully expressed. Just an old Poet’s experience …lol.

[Light and ashes]

:)) take care. Hope your Thanksgiving settles down.

[Thomas W Case]

Beautiful work. You bring this to vivid and powerful life on the page.

[Chris Shaw]

Turning pages, time passing. There will always be hurdles on our journey. Maybe as we age, we become more resilient. Life is full of challenges. Poetry is great therapy. Keep it flowing Light and Ashes.

Chris

[Neville]

There's no point in trying to flounce or flour it up .. Say it like it is .. and let poetry do the rest for ya .. That's what I do anyway .. Great ink by the way .. Now go well & write on .. Neville

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Things do change. Grandmother gets older and doesn't cook as well. Alcohol helps, but not enough. And the music changes, but not necessarily for the better.
And once midnight comes...And everything goes back to what it was...
It's just harder to see with one headlight.
Sometimes turning the page doesn't get us any closer to understanding the book of life.
j.

[Wesley Dingler]

This is a wonderful poem lady. I've read it twice now. The first stanza really sets the table so to speak.
I believe this isn't a moment of dispare you are writing about here. I believe it is a position of waiting and wondering.
And, personally, I believe you and Cinderella, having put it all together, can drive it home with one headlight.

Keep your head up lady. Upward is forward. And never forget I love you.

[John the Baptist]

I also find a little wine helps the creative process. A lot of wine, not so much.

[Light and ashes]

Thanks, for the concrete concern....but, I barely drink, thank you anyway.