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Another Bottle Of Kiona
Contributed by
Nazmythian
on
Thursday, 30th August 2007 @ 03:38:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Another Bottle Of Kiona
The label read Kiona and
It made me think of you
A ’99 Merlot
I thought might go
With a pasta dish
Or two
That was your alma mater
And where I started second grade
So I picked one up
To raise a cup
To memories
That fade
The first glass was for Grampa
Then I remembered our first beer
The first bar we found
Once they laid him down
But I don’t recall a
Single tear
A year then passed between us
Don’t think it was much more
I heard you laugh
Stopped in my tracks
There at the
Chapel door
It was my cousin’s wedding
She asked me to attend
And seeing you
Suddenly I knew
Some things we never
Will ammend
Your daughters both were married
You gave neither one away
So what a place
To see your face and
What was I supposed
To say
That day you met my daughter
Followed me home at reception’s end
Stayed for awhile
Managed a smile
Shook hands like we
Were friends
So now, some twelve years later
Without a single word from you
A surprise E-mail
Has me derailed
Don’t know what I
Should do
I’m certain I will answer
Though I know not what I will say
It seems to me
That I might need…
Another bottle of Kiona
And perhaps…
Another day
~ Nazmythian ~
(whose father recently sent an e-mail)
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Nazmythian
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2007-08-30 15:38:43] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Another Bottle Of Kiona
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Thursday, 30th August 2007 @ 07:14:22 PM AEST (User
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Another well rhymed and certainly well timed poem. What does one say? good question. Top marks from bern. |
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Re: Another Bottle Of Kiona
(User Rating: 1 ) by Fionndruinne on
Friday, 31st August 2007 @ 04:04:50 AM AEST (User
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Wow, that's an emotion-packed poem. The way it crosses the page conjures a feeling of halting, taken-abackness, I suppose, which goes very well with the message.
Your daughters both were married
You gave neither one away
So what a place
To see your face and
What was I supposed
To say
Awesome stanza there. Well done, Scott!
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Re: Another Bottle Of Kiona
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Friday, 31st August 2007 @ 02:10:18 PM AEST (User
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Really, what would you say?
Well, at least it inspired a very well written and emotional poem.
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Re: Another Bottle Of Kiona
(User Rating: 1 ) by deadheadpoet on
Saturday, 1st September 2007 @ 04:06:54 PM AEST (User
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Wow man, that was an excellent but painful read. My god, how weird this must be for you. I cannot imagine. Thanks for sharing this intimate part of you. *hugs you tight*
Peace to you,
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Re: Another Bottle Of Kiona
(User Rating: 1 ) by Dom on
Saturday, 1st September 2007 @ 08:53:05 PM AEST (User
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Wow, I did not expect that outcome, the poem was emotional enough and then to add that note gives your words even more weight. I can't even imagine how hard it must be for you, what a situation to find yourself in. Its hard enough when an old friend gets back in contact, knowing what to say after years have passed and built up a wall of awkwardness and uncertainty.
Great poem, I really got involved with it and I wish you all the best when you (if you) reply.
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Re: Another Bottle Of Kiona
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 24th October 2007 @ 01:26:24 AM AEST (User
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Naz,twelve years without contact,and then an e mail.I can totally understand that you'd be stumped for a reply.
Next time I have a glass of Merlot,I'll recall your poem and raise a glass to more frequent contact.
A poem with heart that induces the reader to reflect on absent friends and kin.A memorable poem and a top read.
Den |
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