5.13.2013

On The Rocks

Chill air,
like iced-tumbler
gulps. Breathe inside wide pores,
amber liquid sloshed in rocks glass.
Cold lungs.

11 comments:

  1. This is one that could be read many ways.

    Cheers!!

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  2. This makes me want to grab you and Kerry and Izzy and Shay and Poppy and whoever else wants to join in and have some porch time. Ill fetch the drinks, you girls just sit their and look amazing.

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  3. presumably the amber nectar rather than iced tea...

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  4. I agree with Kerry. Right now I am gasping in the murky water beneath a cliff, but alive!

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  5. OH! Yum! I just finished a gin lime concoction that cradled me to the moon and back. Luscious.

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  6. Ice-tumbler gulps... great phrase. I love writing cinquains, about the only form I am good at! This was so expressive, I really felt it. Thanks, Marian, and thanks for stopping by my blog, too. Amy (yeah, not a Rob Zombie fan, I'm JUST. THAT. OLD. (wink)

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  7. Have to imagine as I read this, because I'm not a drinker! But iced anything sounds cool...:)

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  8. just gonna put it out there, that if i'm posting about drinking booze it's not coming from a joyful, endorsing place. :)

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  9. Gritty yet refreshing. Damned good.

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