Much as an artist treasures his oils, she holds tight to her cold champagne dreams.
Secret dreams that warm on the coldest of nights never shared in the light of day, but in sleep, cherished, guarded and looked forward to from a time nothing else has replaced.
She savors those moments locked tightly away, where only the night holds the key to unlock the memories hidden within, marking time in the day’s warm beer life.
Her cold champagne dreams full of roses and love missing moments spent safe in his arms where kisses they shared even now linger on after the years have gone by.
Tearful eyes shut as tight as a clam in the sea she pleads, no more memories tonight
for nothing is worse than death claiming a love, more than passion lies dying inside, only allowing the want and the impossible need to bubble up in her cold champagne dreams.
A bitter-sweet write, like Richard says, and certainly describes my aunt. She lost her husband at 36. She remained true to him...she died at 85, still very much in love with him. Now they are together, at last! That is some love worth having. Sadly, today, the word Love, does not have the same staying power. An excellent poem, CJ. Thank you!
Wow two fantastic writes in one day offered up to us as delectable verse. This one speaks of the haunting desire to have or see again a love that seems to have perished with time except for in those moments when hearts reflect. sweet
Occasionally a poet writes a poem that transcends all others before it. A soulful look into the private places we hold so dear. Amazing write my dear friend.
Champagne Hugs
Rusty
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on October 10, 2006
I love champagne, not sparkling wine which is cheap. Real champagne costs money and so does her dreams. But let her dream on, for man thrives on dreams. Victor
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Cold, like bubbly ice frictioning through a hapless paricipant, commiting self to memories, slivering bubbles into shards.
The last verse lampooned my soul...
"for nothing is worse
than death claiming a love,
only allowing the want
and the impossible need
to bubble up in
the cold champagne dreams."
I've always hated 'cold'.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
You are such a gifted writer!!
Love Tinka
God Bless
Love, Lena
giving us exceptional work. Thanks for sharing!
Love,
Eileen
Fee
Champagne Hugs
Rusty
Only the individual is aware of his or her deepest emotions and sentiments, and I believe that is how it is meant to be..
A tearjerker for sure CJ...
Hugs
Peter
This construct, to me, paints perfectly the tension between what an artist/writer envisions, and what they face in real life.
A bittersweet write CJ well penned ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg