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Winter Whiskey- Poem by Rebecca Wood

Updated on January 22, 2012

Winter Whiskey

Winter Whiskey is a poem about a woman who has lost her love by dark hands. This poem tells of her grieving and the way in which he had been lost is to your conclusion.

She goes outside into the snow

She takes a few shots in a row

Her vision clears and there's the love of her life

Standing there gazing into her watery eyes

In longing emotion, she drops to her knees

Punishing herself, she believes what she sees

A little shiver, she quickly takes another shot

Now he's holding her, telling her he never forgot

He never forgot the love they once had

And didn't mean to make her angry or sad

A tear rolls down her cheek and hits the snow

The melting snow reminds her and lets her know

That he will never be there to catch her falling tears

Nor to make her feel strong when facing her fears

The more she tries to remember him, the less she can see him

As she starts taking swigs from the bottle, her vision grows dim

Her body trembles, not from the cold but from her dependency

Her hot breath fades into the air, brewing her winter whiskey

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      BeccaWood 5 years ago from Southaven, MS

      Well, Nefariuos_Misery, the conclusion is for your own imagination, but I would say mostly just a moment of clarity in a drunken haze, and thank you.

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      BeccaWood 5 years ago from Southaven, MS

      Thank you very much, vicki. yes I insisted that be the best part of the poem

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      Nefarious_Misery 5 years ago from on the move

      Torment, sorrow, longing, loss.

      But I feel it needs a conclusion. Did she let her life pass by there in the snow, giving in to the despair of lost love? Or was this just a moment of clairty in a drunken haze?

      Voted up and beautiful.

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      Sojourner McConnell 5 years ago from Winchester Kentucky

      The poem is sad and sweet and pulls you in. Very nicely written. I like Hattie Mattie love that one section.

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      rjsadowski 5 years ago

      Strangely beautiful. Keep writing. You have a talent. Just like a burning ember, if you fan it, it will burst into flame.

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      BeccaWood 5 years ago from Southaven, MS

      Thank you, Hattie Mattie Mae. I do believe this shows the true delegacy of a woman's heart, not all, but for the most part.

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      HattieMattieMae 5 years ago from Limburg, Netherlands

      The more she tries to remember him, the less she can see him

      As she starts taking swigs from the bottle, her vision grows dim

      Her body trembles, not from the cold but from her dependency

      Her hot breath fades into the air, brewing her winter whiskey

      Love this part! :)

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