Just Get Moving~

 —Poetry by Taylor Dibbert, Washington, DC
—Photos Courtesy of Public Domain

 

 

OLD FASHIONED WITH RYE

He’s having an
Old Fashioned with rye,
One of his favorites,
Used to have
A lot of them,
More recently
He’s been going
For other stuff,
Diving right in,
Not because a
Solid Rye Old Fashioned
Tastes any less
Like heaven
But because
He’s been leaning
On bottles and drinks
That don’t
Remind him
Of the ex,
He’ll be moving
To bourbon
On the rocks
Right after this drink.


*A version of this poem first appeared
in The Whisky Blot.

 

 

 

 

FAR FROM ALONE

He’s writing
From the edge
Of the bar
And everything,
Turns out
It’s way
More crowded
Than he could’ve
Ever imagined.


*A version of this poem first appeared
in The Rye Whiskey Review.

 

 

 

 

NIGHTFALL

Don’t
Make
Him
A
Drink,
Pass
Him
The
Bottle,
The
Night
Is coming
For
Him
And
Everyone.


*A version of this poem first appeared  
in The Rye Whiskey Review.

 

 

 

 

NEIGHBORHOOD NARCISSIST

Engagement is tempting
But ignoring them
Is far better,
They’ll probably
Find new victims
Yet with time
Light crushes darkness.


*A version of this poem first appeared
 in Poetry Soup.

 

 

 

 

REMARKABLE


He wishes
That he
Had paid
More attention
To all
The ways
That those
Remarkably shitty
In-laws
Were hurting
Their marriage.

 

 

 

 



WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN

He remembers
Trying to
Win her back
And then
Letting her go
With the hope
That she'd
Come back
And then
Letting her go
With the hope
That he'd
Never see
Her again
And now that
He's divorced
And has had
More time
To think
About everything
He knows
That he
Dodged a bullet
And that
He's actually
Quite lucky
And that
All of it
Could have been
Way worse.

 

 

 

RESCUE DOG

London is
A rescue dog,
He rescued her,
He adopted her,
His dear little London,
But four years on,
He’s quite certain
That London wasn’t
The only one
Being rescued
That day.


*A version of this poem first appeared in
Terror House Magazine.

 

 

 

 


CLOSE

He’s looking at
A photo
Of London
On her
Adoption day,
He can’t believe
That six years
Have passed
Since that day,
He really had
No idea
What was coming,
He just knows
He wants
To hold
That day
And all the
Other ones
Close.

_____________________

Today’s LittleNip:

STARTING AGAIN
—Taylor Dibbert

Poetry helped
Show him
The power
Of starting again,
You don’t need
To know
Where you’re going,
You just need
To get moving.

____________________


—Medusa, with thanks to Taylor Dibbert for today’s fine poetry. Taylor’s third poetry collection, In the Arena (https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/205853290-in-the-arena), was published on April 3, and his next collection, Rescue Dog, is due out in May.

 

 

 

 London Dibbert

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