Prose - The Bubbles Never Stop

Aimlessly
I sit
Watching
As I'd done
So many times before
His glass
Cold
Sweaty
Brimmed
The ale of life
His elixir
To fill his wounds
And numb the pain
That engulfs him
The bubbles
Rising
Repeating
Continuing
As in the last glass
And the one before
And the one before that
Suddenly
They became important
Very important
Because
They have always been there
With him
A sign of his presence
And his loves
And when they stop
I will know
How the end feels
When the bubbles
Cease their journey
Upwards
As they lived
In anticipation
Of his need
To live
His way
I watched
Intently now
Treasuring the golden hue
And the activity
The foam
The sweat
The cold
The life
His life
Our life
Together
As father
And son




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Truckstop Sally 5 years ago

Beautiful tribute!


Nan 5 years ago

We know what this is all about, a tribute to your father, and beautifully done!


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Minnetonka Twin 5 years ago from Minnesota

Love your style of writing poetry Suburban Poet. I feel the pain coming through your words about the drinking and I know all too well how that feels. Thanks for sharing.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Truckstop Sally - why thank you little lady!

@Nan - Thank you and yes it was for him...

@Minnetonka - this one is using the comfort of his traditions as a metsphor for his life....


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Minnetonka Twin 5 years ago from Minnesota

Oops, sorry I didn't catch that Suburban Poet. My Bad:-(


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always exploring 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

Geez, i read it the same as M.T. I guess it dates back to my thinking that alcohol is bad in any form.

Cheers


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Genna East 5 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

Oh...this is just beautiful...fascinating metaphors.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Minnetonka & Always - no problem... maybe it was worded too vaguely. He liked to pour his beer into a glass while I would always say "why pour from one glass (the bottle) to another?" He'd go "because I have class!" We must have repeated thos comments dozen's of times over the years because he always offered me a glass for my beer....


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Genna - thank you... this pretty much is as it happened this past weekend as I sat on the back porch with my Dad....


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Joshua Kell 5 years ago from Arizona

Very nice. Thank you.


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Stigma31 5 years ago from Kingston, ON

Another excellent one! Don't know how you keep writing as many as you do....always worth the read!


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Joshua - thank you for the kind remark. This one is a very personal statement for me....

@Stigma - thank you. I will let you be the judge on the quality but I am in a constant search for things to describe. It is on my mind 24/7....


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BenWritings 5 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee

wow, I nearly cried

this was awesome mark

just makes me think of the relationships between father and son, including my own

beautiful


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Ben - thanks... yeah it's sad but if anything I am becoming acutely aware of time passing and it helps me understand how each moment and each symbol of life is important and all around us....


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crystolite 5 years ago from Houston TX

Beautiful hub,thanks.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@crystolite - thank you!


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Micky Dee 5 years ago

Very nice as always. Thank you bud! God bless!


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Micky - thanks for stopping by... My left arm is in a cast so it's been tough to type lately....


Kris Gordon 4 years ago

Thank you Mark. Merry Christmas.


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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you Kris... I didn't realize you had commented on this.... Merry belated Christmas to you...

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