Virtue After Hours

At the bottom of a large glass~
Dies, tomorrows virtue

Saintly vision~ hears not
Its tethered wings
Are blind~

Its maverick eye, feels not
Lidded affliction
Casts its thoughts toward sleep

— club special, Mar 22, 2010

About This Poem

About the Author

Country/Region: Colorado

Favorite Poets: William Blake, Poe, Yeats, Crowley

Critiques

Seren

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Brian

All I can say is spot on ... brilliant write near to speechless here love Jayne-Chloe

club special

16 years 2 months ago

Its thrills me to get such

Its thrills me to get such acclaim from a poet of your stature. Thank you for following my litany of insanity! For my friend down under, Brian

Seren

16 years 2 months ago

If I follow a litany of insanity it usually leads to amazing poetry I have found ;) as some of mine I would class as that ... you describe perfectly someone deeply drunk and here in aussie we have a saying when people get drunk like that they 'think' they are ten foot tall and bulletproof lol until the bullet hits them love Jayne-Chloe

club special

16 years 2 months ago

Sorry to say

But most of my stuff is composed intoxicated.. I happy to say some of the new stuff is not. I canwrite both ways, I am ambidextrous HA! Love Ya, CS

Seren

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Brian

LMAO ~!~! if you ever get time read 2009 POEM I wrote it drunk as a skunk lol and I have written a few drunk your not on your Pat Malone there and I think you would find there are a few people here that write intoxicated lol hahaha nothing wrong with liquid thinking hahahaha you just cracked me up thanks for the laugh needed that love and hugs JayCee x x

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

Love this poem, nothing else

Love this poem, nothing else to write except thank you with both my hands. ~A Words must be used like stepping stones: lightly and with nimbleness, because if you step on them too heavily, you incur the danger of falling into the intellectual mire of logic and reason. - Balsekar