Thursday, November 10, 2011
55 - Dust on the Bottle
My parents once bought me
a bottle of black label Jack, straight
from the home distillery
in Lynchburg, Tennessee, yet
all its promises were feel goods,
that ultimately left me empty, so
untouched & impotent,
got rid of it
Tell me, by what
do you measure
'the truth' you
This was written based on the following quote:
Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.
~Stephen King, Roland from "The Last Gunfighter"
Which I re-wrote poetically like this:
Only enemies speak the truth;
friends and lovers
in the web of duty.
As part of today's challenge at dVerse Poets by our guest Zsa, to rewrite a piece of someone else's prose poetically then to make it our own poem.
Tell a story in 55 words. Give it a try or just read more, go see g-man.