I know you all too well to be just about the read... we grew up together in some ways...you and I on opposite sides of the same coin.
You filling the wrongs with something that felt right and I chasing shadows in a drug induced delight.
I remember the days well...
This is so well done though...very very well crafted my dear Beautiful and Caring Mother...very!!!
I'm speechless ... maybe I should come back to this at a later date and leave some good critique.
I enjoyed this very much! I'm a recovering alcoholic, and Black Jack used to be one of my favorites! Also spent a lot of time in Tennessee, and loved the state and it's people! I gotta tell ya though, I sampled some proprietary home made whiskey made by familes that had been making whiskey for 200 years, and the home made stuff put any of the best commercial varieties to shame! The term "sippin whiskey" applied here, as it was so smooth and mellow (even though 100 proof) that it could be sipped like a fine Brandy, with some limestone well water on the side!
Delightful prose poem, and my congratulations to you!
I'm not into bashing today or most other days. I'll admit to having a taste for whiskey that I rarely indulge for fear of it becoming an addiction, but this poem certainly made me think about your "11" rating and grin. My dear old daddy loved Jack Daniels and he would have loved your poem as well as do I. Great ending! :-) Sharon
I really like the format and how it flows. I'm very big on formatting and style of writing. It starts out smmooth and then fades and th comes right out again.
I really never thought one could explain drinking so vitalizing but you managed.
The stanza that said:
Spring arrived in all its glory
with the same old mood
just a different story.
I think it really stood out. It kind of explained a tired feeling and set the mood of the piece.
I wouldn't really bash. Only the last line I didn't quite understand.
Although, that may be just because I don't have much knowledge on whiskey...;)
i dont think it is worthy of the bash you want to give it.
actually it makes me want to show you a picture i found/saw somewhere online [though who knows where] with a girl laying on the floor. its a black and white pic and you can see from her belly button down pretty much and she is laying there in her undies and cowboy boots with a bottle of Jack by her side.
the picture is merely titled 'hard night' and it is the most beautiful thing ever... makes me want to drink jack and lay around in my undies [though i just wouldnt have the same effect haha!]
[if you have an email address i could even send it to you... its quite stunning... and ive done it no justice by my description haha]
memories are good things to write about.
no one can challenge them because they are nobodys memories but your own.
this sounds like a kinda rough time...
excuses for jack when the winter is at its harshest and you need something to warm you up prolly wash... but then spring comes and thats sposed to be warmth and vibrance and new life... its not sposed to bring the same feelings winter did... which means either spring is failing or you are...
im glad this is just a memory though...
im glad you dont need jack to be your best friend still...
Submission Name: Reminiscing
