Through the bottom of a glass the world is kinder, manageable For as long as the buzz lasts Slipping into an alcohol-soaked oblivion
Numbing the agony temporarily until a different pain wakens the dysfunctional corpse Hammering the head into familiar regret
Looking out my front door I see no new horizon No muse to inspire or cheering squad to lift my weary soul and reconfirm my existence
Just a familiar fog that will obscure the goodness I can no longer find without liquid courage and confuse those of us who see no point in anything anymore
I’m so glad you put that coda at the end! I’ve been reading a lot of pain and sadness recently, so I’m glad that you were only inhabiting it (so believably) for this poem. The fact that you had me worried testifies to how well you did it.
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Christine Bolton
February 21, 2020 at 8:32 am
Thank you Sarah. You are so kind and thoughtful. Yes, in the past I have written some poetry that has concerned the reader so I like to write a disclaimer when I think it might be unclear. Thank you for reading 🥰
Your poem nailed what must go through so many people’s heads who are lost in too much drinking. Having grown up with an alcoholic father, this really hit home. It was hard growing up in that household but as I became an adult I felt more compassion for him and realized that he was just trying to numb the pain that he had known his whole life. So sad but i do understand why people turn to drink and drugs—not a good choice but I understand why.
Gayle ~
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Christine Bolton
February 21, 2020 at 12:17 am
Thank you so much for commenting. I’m sorry it was so close to home for you. I do understand it too. It becomes a disease that no medicine can cure. It is a very sad situation that many find themselves in. 😢💔
very good alchemy of words Christine, this will be someone’s wake up call, love so many of the phrases you coined, familiar regret and liquid courage was pretty awesome
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Christine Bolton
February 21, 2020 at 12:12 am
Oh you’re so kind Gina. Thank you. I really appreciate it. 🙂❤️
Dipping into darkness always alerts readers to the possibility of personal experience. I quit alcohol 45 years ago, but those around us who are depressed seem to search for crutches, and now opioids are cheaper than alcohol.
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Christine Bolton
February 23, 2020 at 4:17 pm
Hi Glenn, I found your comment in the spam box 😕 Sadly you are correct and I too have had a drink one too many at those difficult times but fortunately I was never dependent on it. These days I barely take a glass of wine. Age lets you know what your body can and cannot take! I’m happy you gave it up and I have to agree with you about those who search for a crutch. It’s very sad indeed. Thanks for stopping by 🥰
This is so well written, so well observed Christine and I am glad it does not portray you.
I have worked with alcoholics and know how desperate how lonely their life can be. It is tremendously sad.
Anna :o]
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Christine Bolton
February 20, 2020 at 9:29 pm
Thank you so much Anna. Yes I do understand the terrible disease. It is very sad 😢
A glimpse at someones life.
I like the lines
“until a different
pain wakens
the dysfunctional
corpse”
I did have a grin at your disclaimer Christine
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Christine Bolton
February 20, 2020 at 5:24 pm
Ha! I felt like I had to say it. I’ve written some dark poems and I have had some worried comments from readers thinking it was my state of mind at that time 😑 I’m happy you liked the poem! Thank you so much 🥰
I’m glad you added that the post is in no way indicative of your life. But sadly, it is indicative of the individual who is dying, cell by cell and perhaps relationship by relationship of alcoholism. Excellent visceral description here.
Your disclaimer made me smile, Christine. Although I don’t usually drink – a rare glass of shandy or wine – I can understand why people do. You hit the nail on the head with ‘the world is kinder, manageable’, but it only lasts so long.
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Christine Bolton
February 20, 2020 at 4:40 pm
Yes it’s very sad isn’t it? I’m happy you line a tipple as do I, although as I get older they get fewer 😊
oh my, i just wrote something today with a glass of liquor,loved reading this
Thanks so much Jude 🥰
definitely
The bottom of the glass does bring comfort, but at a cost. Your final stanza underscores why that has no meaning, for some.
Thanks Ken. You are right. I think we’ve all tried it as a remedy at some point in our lives. It just doesn’t work 😐
The title and photo says it all. Its easy to go over the line, and not come back.
Very good description of the lives of many Christine.
Thanks Darnell. Sadly that is true. I’ve known someone that was like that.
I’m so glad you put that coda at the end! I’ve been reading a lot of pain and sadness recently, so I’m glad that you were only inhabiting it (so believably) for this poem. The fact that you had me worried testifies to how well you did it.
Thank you Sarah. You are so kind and thoughtful. Yes, in the past I have written some poetry that has concerned the reader so I like to write a disclaimer when I think it might be unclear. Thank you for reading 🥰
I like the description of the fog obscuring goodness in the last stanza.
Thanks Frank. I’m Capps you liked it.
I meant to say Happy you liked it 😕
Hopelessness is a sad state to be in… Hope in the bottom of the glass… always looking for a…
cheering squad
to lift my weary soul
and reconfirm
my existence
You have woven this one very well.
Yes I agree. Thank you Dwight. Your words mean a lot.
Thank you! You are welcome.
Your poem nailed what must go through so many people’s heads who are lost in too much drinking. Having grown up with an alcoholic father, this really hit home. It was hard growing up in that household but as I became an adult I felt more compassion for him and realized that he was just trying to numb the pain that he had known his whole life. So sad but i do understand why people turn to drink and drugs—not a good choice but I understand why.
Gayle ~
Thank you so much for commenting. I’m sorry it was so close to home for you. I do understand it too. It becomes a disease that no medicine can cure. It is a very sad situation that many find themselves in. 😢💔
very good alchemy of words Christine, this will be someone’s wake up call, love so many of the phrases you coined, familiar regret and liquid courage was pretty awesome
Oh you’re so kind Gina. Thank you. I really appreciate it. 🙂❤️
Dipping into darkness always alerts readers to the possibility of personal experience. I quit alcohol 45 years ago, but those around us who are depressed seem to search for crutches, and now opioids are cheaper than alcohol.
Hi Glenn, I found your comment in the spam box 😕 Sadly you are correct and I too have had a drink one too many at those difficult times but fortunately I was never dependent on it. These days I barely take a glass of wine. Age lets you know what your body can and cannot take! I’m happy you gave it up and I have to agree with you about those who search for a crutch. It’s very sad indeed. Thanks for stopping by 🥰
Great use of all the prompt words.
Thank you Sadje 🥰
You’re welcome 😉
This is so well written, so well observed Christine and I am glad it does not portray you.
I have worked with alcoholics and know how desperate how lonely their life can be. It is tremendously sad.
Anna :o]
Thank you so much Anna. Yes I do understand the terrible disease. It is very sad 😢
Awe! How sad! Glad that isn’t your life!
Thanks Carole Anne. Thank you for reading it 🥰
Welcome Christine no problem 😃💗😘
A glimpse at someones life.
I like the lines
“until a different
pain wakens
the dysfunctional
corpse”
I did have a grin at your disclaimer Christine
Ha! I felt like I had to say it. I’ve written some dark poems and I have had some worried comments from readers thinking it was my state of mind at that time 😑 I’m happy you liked the poem! Thank you so much 🥰
I think Hank Williams wrote a song about the bottom of a shotglass. It’s a rough lifestyle that has destroyed many lives/families.
Oh I don’t know that song but it would definitely be country wouldn’t it? Yes indeed it has Lisa 😢
What a sad and lonely existence. I’m happy it’s not you.
Yes! Sadly for many though 😢
I’m glad you added that the post is in no way indicative of your life. But sadly, it is indicative of the individual who is dying, cell by cell and perhaps relationship by relationship of alcoholism. Excellent visceral description here.
Thanks Lillian. Yes indeed it is 😢
I especially like the line about hammering the head into regret. The title is great.
Thanks so much Colleen 🥰
Your disclaimer made me smile, Christine. Although I don’t usually drink – a rare glass of shandy or wine – I can understand why people do. You hit the nail on the head with ‘the world is kinder, manageable’, but it only lasts so long.
Yes it’s very sad isn’t it? I’m happy you line a tipple as do I, although as I get older they get fewer 😊
very profound use of the prompts Christine …
I know people who live this way and you describe it so very well!
Thanks Kate. Although it doesn’t depict me, most of us have all been ‘overpoured’ in our lives and paid the price the next day!
yet the hardened drinkers just lift another glass …
Yes they do and sometimes function very well 🙃