Bottles by Borg de Nobel / http://borgeous.wordpress.com / used with permission /
The best bottles remain hidden deep down in history
of the self-
contained people and words, self-
contempted.
Sometimes they do come back floating
(because they’re obviously empty
of liquor and passion)
and when they cross the line
between white lies, dregs, and what-
ever lies beneath
your breath charges itself
with flavors you thought you had already let go of.
Red is the background to your battle
and is the path to reclaiming your head.
Red is the look you give whenever you focus
on the box of your life that you opened,
screwed,
and puked on your own shoe-
shore.
There are bottles we might as well
keep locked under the sea
with their words and labels in and on
and run away from the beach
as there were better tomorrows
stored in glass somewhere
for us to take home.
* Thank you to dVerse Poets Pub and their prompt for today, Borg de Nobel‘s work. Please have a look at their websites. *
Hiroshimem 
Very true, we keep our self all locked up until that moment we let go and some should be left tightly sealed at the bottom of the ocean. Nice write!
So true! Thank you.
Love your version..specially the floating back up, the colors of red…and this line:
your breath charges itself
with flavors you thought you had already let go of.
A pleasure to read your share 🙂
Thank you so much! Funny how it is one of my favourite parts too.
Very strong imagery. Sad to think of all the sadness at the end of emptying a bottle of its alcoholic contents. A little drink is fine, it’s when it gets so much the folks do indeed puke over their shoes they can be in trouble with it. I found a bottle on the beach once, sadly there was no message and, no genie popped out either. Very evocative, thought provoking write.
Thank you so much! Too bad there was nothing in the bottle you found. I once threw one in the sea with a friend, and we had put a message in. We got a letter… from the neighbour. What an adventure, this bottle had led.
Love your take on that painting…so many images related to bottles, past and present…
Thank you! And there are yet so many more…
Shoe-shore! What a great word! And the end I found especially powerful. The idea of tomorrows stored in glass.
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Not yet touchable. Unbreakable.
Thank you!
wow…some strong emotion under the surface of this one…maybe in one of those bottles….know a few that def hide the good stuff…liquor or otherwise….puking on your shoe shore…well now that is an image that is familiar and not pretty…..really emotive piece…
Hehe, I love ugly images. Thank you!
I loved all the takes on the bottle painting. Yours reminded me of a sad movie I watched once. Very moving write, and capture of emotion that can be stored in empty bottles.
Thank you. Do you remember the title of that movie?
It had Kevin Costner in it, I think. His wife had died and he built sailboats and met up with a reporter from the midwest. It night have even been called Message in a Bottle.
a path of honest emotion is trod and found in those bottles
Yeah, honest indeed… Thanks.
yep that’s the thing with the bottles, you can’t tell what’s inside until you opened them..and then..no one can be sure what happens…love the emotions in this
True! Thank you.
Made me think of Lewis Carroll… « Drink Me »… 🙂
Oh, how great! I had just thought of my own despair and painful memories. I’m glad it made you think of a fantasy!
i like red is the background to your battela dnt he look you give
slowly it had to last
I’m not sure I understood your comment in its entirety but thank you!