Cheap Gin in a Crystal Glass (poem) by Lori L Moore on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Tamara Dailey-Keur (Reader)

Reviewed on September 19, 2004

Your words blow me away. An awesome write.

Reviewed on September 16, 2004

This is very good, Lori. Image with punch. I especially like "...your eyes touch me like a poem..." and the metaphor of a person being like cheap gin in a crystal glass.

Reviewed by Rebekah Rosie Lang

Reviewed on September 10, 2004

Excellent Lori! Well-Done!

Reviewed by Alex Nodopaka

Reviewed on September 6, 2004

Splendid visuals & allegories.
Oh how I remember
sloe-gin
evenings
and
morning afters

Reviewed by Mari Laureano (Reader)

Reviewed on September 6, 2004

Lori..

I am feeling the playful and bold self assertion in this piece...excellent stuff...

love&light,
**Mari**

Reviewed by Karen Chalfant (Reader)

Reviewed on September 5, 2004

Wonderful poem. I really enjoyed it!

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on September 5, 2004

outstanding piece
well penned

William .... peace

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on September 5, 2004

Fasanating write!

Reviewed by Robin Ouzman Hislop

Reviewed on September 5, 2004

well the ending is bizarre but after all that went before so
explicit but really beautifully written you have style developing
saludos

Reviewed by Andrea Da Costa (Reader)

Reviewed on September 5, 2004

What a great ending.....enjoyed the read very much!

Andrea

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on September 5, 2004

This is brilliant..

You’re nothing more than cheap gin in a crystal glass.
A nice package and delivery, but the taste lingers much too long.

What a stunning line.....

Reviewed by ~Indigo~ Elga

Reviewed on September 5, 2004

Dear Lori

Very clever and interesting write.

Warm hugs
Elga

Reviewed by Daniel McTaggart

Reviewed on September 5, 2004

I don't drink, Lori. But I would probably be more like Glenfiddich. And Lord knows that ain't cheap!

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on September 5, 2004

Interesting poem, with a most interesting ending.

Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero

Reviewed on September 5, 2004

Great piece of writing. Enjoyed the read -- very much so. Your last line got me.

Carmen :-)

Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)

Reviewed on September 5, 2004

You should upgrade to Bombay or some other gin. I love your mind.

Reviewed by Amelia Peterson (Reader)

Reviewed on September 4, 2004

Wow this is fabulous...i love how you used the images.

Amy

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Reviewed on September 4, 2004

Bravo, Lori. Superb!

Reviewed by Michelle Mills

Reviewed on September 4, 2004

This is fantastic. I think most females enjoy an encounter with a 'bad boy' who blurs our vision and rocks our world. Michelle

Reviewed by Regina Pounds

Reviewed on September 4, 2004

This one makes me smile, Lori...you see through him even as he dazzles you. Why not find champagne in a simple glass? At least after you drank your fill of the cheap stuff...

Gina

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on September 4, 2004

Lori
I don't drink alcohol...but I love coffee...
I hate dust and sand blurring my vision...Lol
Fascinating and brilliant composition..
Peter

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on September 4, 2004

Lori this is so fantastic you have me salivating!;-)
Why can't I write like that!;-)lol Lines to die for!

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on September 4, 2004

Bathtub gin is such a headache

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on September 4, 2004

"like reflections on the chrome of that dirty old corvette"
"You’re nothing more than cheap gin in a crystal glass"

just two of the many excellent images in this poem ...

"this sight impairment intrigues me" great ending ...

Reviewed by Phillip William Allen

Reviewed on September 4, 2004

Deep thoughts in a shallow glass. Nice Indeed

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on September 4, 2004

When the tea is poured into a teapot,
it becomes the shape of the teapot.

When the tea is poured into a teacup
it becomes the form of a teacup.

When the cheap gin is poured into the crystal glass,
it becomes clear, pure like crystal.

Sandie May Angel