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Halfway there [poem: Half a Pint of Beer]

November 4, 2011

Upon my return to writing, this poem was one of the first I created from a prompt—but an unexpected one.  It began at open-mic night, as I sat with a friend listening to his girl sing the most amazing blues in a voice that gives me shivers and fills me with envy. He offered me a beer, but I wasn’t up for one more full glass. So he offered to buy me half a pint—and then said I should write a poem about it. To my surprise, and I think his, I did. It always captures the audience’s attention when I read it in that same dark bar, but I’m suspicious that the response is because of the references to beer, not necessarily because it is finished. Let me know what you think.

Half a Pint of Beer

Every girl knows her limit,
even if she won’t admit to it.
So as I sit beside you,
backs resting against the bar—
listening to the girl in the light
fill up the room with her blues
in the voice of my own heart—
I turn down the offer
until you reel it back
to half a pint of beer.

Every girl finds her limit,
but it saddens me to feel it in
that exploratory kiss
so full of joy and promise,
the one that bumps up against my wall.
I so want to climb over it,
drawn by virtue of patience,
yet I hold myself back.
I must stand on firm ground
before we push off and fly.

Every girl has her limit,
even when others can’t see it.
So as I sit beside you
and the bartender ignores
my words and pours a full glass of beer,
I choose to leave half a pint
and make my way to the door
to discover if that
pint of my life is half
empty or is…

—Julie Laing

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14 Comments leave one →
  1. December 7, 2011 8:35 am

    Hello,
    It has been a delightful experience with you supporting Thursday Poets Rally, we have enjoyed your presence and talent very much, thumbs up!
    fabulous poetry along the way, keep those gems coming.
    Always, you are more than welcome to join our biweekly rally.
    Happy Holidays!
    smiles.
    xoxox

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  2. November 21, 2011 7:54 pm

    Greetings,

    hope all is well,

    invite you to join poetry picnic today, simply share a relevant or a random piece, and enjoy!
    Happy Thanksgiving,
    Always, your presence is sunshine to us.
    Best Wishes!

    your talent rocks.
    xoxox

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  3. November 18, 2011 1:08 pm

    your work always delights.

    way to go.

    welcome join poets rally week 56 today, or by next Friday.
    😉

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  4. November 7, 2011 3:03 pm

    Beautiful! it is always full Julie!, And thanks for dropping by

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  5. JM Simpson permalink
    November 7, 2011 5:52 am

    Nice to read your work. Sounds like the lyrics to a blues song.

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  6. November 6, 2011 3:37 pm

    Indeed, Every girl has her limit. Love the metaphor. Well penned without being preachy. Could so easily have been. Kudos.

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  7. November 6, 2011 2:11 pm

    A very clever, playful poem. Lovely

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  8. November 6, 2011 1:16 pm

    i like this alot– and the metaphor rings true.

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  9. November 6, 2011 11:11 am

    That half a pint of beer is indeed a wonderful metaphor in which to tell a story…felt.

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  10. November 5, 2011 6:17 pm

    but it saddens me to feel it in
    that exploratory kiss
    so full of joy and promise,
    the one that bumps up against my wall.
    I so want to climb over it,
    drawn by virtue of patience,
    yet I hold myself back.
    I must stand on firm ground
    before we push off and fly.

    love this, I can relate, deep and marvelous words. 🙂

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  11. November 5, 2011 8:40 am

    I hope that you’ve found your perfect pint of beer.

    Cheers,

    Mark

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  12. November 5, 2011 5:31 am

    I am glad you’re again into writing poems. This one is very well done.

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    • November 6, 2011 10:33 am

      Thanks! I tried to leave a comment on your blog, but for some reason I couldn’t get it to accept my ID info. So I hope you’ll see this: Congratulations on the anthology publcation! I just had the same international breakthrough with my poetry in the Inspiration Speaks collection, so I know how you feel. I’ve been enjoying the haiku on your blog, so I’m certain your inclusion in the book was well deserved.

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