The clear Vodka bottle stood full, unopened on the top of the refrigerator. It has been there for hours, turning into days, weeks, and months. Every time I opened the refrigerator door— I would looked at it, and sing “Choices.” (Written by Billy Yates and Mike Curtis made popular by George Jones), and I would go about my routine day. But, eventually— one evening I took the bottle down and placed it on the counter. I found a clean mason jar and placed a few cubes of ice into it—poured from the bottle two mason jar fingers—staring out the kitchen window, I saw the full moon looking like a lost silver dollar—I raised my glass.
Let loving hearts ache
Release all blame and accept
The seedlings of trust
In case your curious:
ZoralinQ 
Sabio Lantz
December 16, 2017 at 7:30 am
First I have heard of “George Jones” , enjoyed that. I also never heard of drinking from a Mason Jar — well, except once, a retro restaurant served in jars like that and I thought it odd. So due to your poem, I looked it up. I learned they were created in 1858 by John Landis Mason, a New Jersey native. And hipsters are now re-using them as a symbol of some sort. But maybe in your life….
As marijuana become legal, booze addiction and opioid addiction drop, so 100 years from now, I wonder if it will be bongs in poems? Merry Christmas.
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Susan
December 11, 2017 at 2:48 pm
That’s a dangerous move for a recovering alcoholic–which I couldn’t help thinking of with my addictive personality–but that aside, this is such a fine poem about honoring your choices and trusting Self and Nature and Conscience and God. And after toasting the moon, one could always pour libations on the ground. Beautiful still image, glass raised.
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Colleen@ LOOSELEAFNOTES
December 11, 2017 at 1:01 pm
This gave me chills. I toast with you.
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Paul F. Lenzi
December 11, 2017 at 12:31 pm
I miss old George…
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Magaly Guerrero
December 11, 2017 at 9:38 am
If there is a seedling, there can be a flower… Let’s hope there will be.
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Sumana Roy
December 11, 2017 at 1:25 am
Aw…that was some precious moment sweetened by the delay 🙂
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Truedessa
December 10, 2017 at 9:13 pm
Life is sometimes about timing, I would gladly sip a drink with the moon 🙂
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purplepeninportland
December 10, 2017 at 8:32 pm
Here’s to acceptance! Love this poem.
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thotpurge
December 10, 2017 at 8:09 pm
Acceptance is such a great choice.. hard to make, harder still not to.
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Beverly Crawford
December 10, 2017 at 7:58 pm
Comes the time for acceptance, and return to trust. Well written!
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
December 10, 2017 at 4:04 pm
I love the discipline in this… when the time finally comes the sips is so much better… and sharing it with the moon has to be the best.
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Mary
December 10, 2017 at 2:30 pm
You have written a fine poem here, ZQ. Indeed we all have choices, and you have expressed this well. Raising my ‘glass’ to you as you celebrate the holidays, ZQ!
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sanaarizvi
December 10, 2017 at 1:58 pm
I love this soo much!💞I can picture you raising your glass to the moon 😀 Beautifully rendered.
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Audrey Howitt
December 10, 2017 at 1:02 pm
What a great haibun! Loved this on so many levels!
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Sherry Blue Sky
December 10, 2017 at 12:03 pm
There is great acceptance in that haiku……..I can see you, looking at the moon, with that aching, loving heart. I hope your holiday season is filled with family and laughter, my friend.
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annell4
December 10, 2017 at 11:12 am
And you have written another perfect poem!!! Perhaps it is the season?
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magicalmysticalteacher
December 10, 2017 at 9:22 am
May the seedlings, once accepted, grow and flourish into ever-blooming trust!
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