Bleeding Contrition With Guitar Strings

He strums his guitar
thinking he can sing her away
but she is stuck to the blue chords.

Red hair, high heels, and a seductive smile
swim through a Crown bottle
to six strings thumping tears.

How many sad songs can whiskey drink
before pain walks away from another encore?

Mistakes pour from his smoky voice
into a microphone confession
bleeding contrition on the dance floor.

With closing time hurrying the clock
he shouts for the crowd to swallow
down another round and finishes draining
his heart singing a Jeff Buckley song.

  
 ©Susie Clevenger 2013



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Comments

Ben Ditty said…
This really felt like a country song :-) Great job!
Anonymous said…
Oh Susie phenomenal job! I agree with Ben on this it really did feel like a country song I can totally imagine this on the radio. I loved it!
Lisa Williams said…
This is beautiful! Love "How many sad songs can whiskey drink before pain walks away from another encore?" Wow!
Bridgit's Bell said…
Nice pairing of poem and video.
Elia Bintang said…
You have expressions that I love to see in a poem, Susie. She is stuck to the blue chords... Mistakes pour from his smoky voice... And the third stanza is my favorite. Great poem :)
Anonymous said…
Bravo, beautiful!
Anonymous said…
S2 is excellent, contains a great image.
Gemma Wiseman said…
So love the image of "how many sad songs can whiskey drink..." Wonderful.
Karen said…
Love Jeff Buckley, love this! Bleeding contrition and singing pain!
Susan said…
Bleeding Contrition! Indeed. You've captured one evening beautifully, making an entire tradition take on mythic qualities. And it is true. Change the pronouns, and Buckley is singing "Female" emotions. Can't help but dance and drink ...
brilliant write.especially love the two lines of the third stanza.
humbird said…
sad, very sad, Susie...nice song...passionate write!
Timoteo said…
"...finishes draining his heart"

I love that. Last call fer alcohol...and that gal on the adjacent stool looks so much prettier at closing time!
Hannah said…
I love the character-hood you gave to whisky and pain! Great poem all together, Susie. :)
Ella said…
You sure did give this a country twang-it's the whiskey ;D
Yes, it can play a real sad song~
Love the tone in this one!
Bravo Susie
Kay L. Davies said…
Wow. Some great lines in here, Susie, but I like
"How many sad songs can whiskey drink" because it's so often that way, not the other way around.
Good work!
K
Margaret said…
Perfect use of metaphors! Love this perfect country tune of love bleeding upon a bar room floor...
grapeling said…
echoing the others, Susie - splendid write ~ M