
Shared with dVerse Poetics – rose. An ‘Afternoon Delight’ is a type of rose, apparently.
An afternoon delight used to be
a beer in a summer garden.
Music played through a window
with the sun hanging lazy into night.
Those tinted glasses of nostalgia
– what colour was that again?
Knowing that it may not be repeated
why continue to wish for it to be so?
As beer became a thing of the past
– a regret of wasted time,
an afternoon delight is a nap
now that the sun sets so quickly.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
Sometimes it is good to leave the beer behind – or whatever eventually stops us enjoying those roses and summer evenings – Jae
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I used to love beer. In fact, I probably still do. I just don’t enjoy it anymore.
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I like “the tinted glass of nostalgia.” We do tend to look back with a tint, and things we used to do we may no longer do.
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Cheers Merril 🙏
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as a fellow ex beer lover and drinker, I can definitely relate to this! Its been hard to find the same kind of (fake) euphoria that I used to get from drinking but doing the right thing in each moment (as the Zen Buddhists would say) has definitely improved my overall health and mental well-being! Thanks for sharing this poem great done, Shaun! 🩵
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Yes, the improvement to overall health is probably the main reason I stopped. I do still drink occasionally, if I’m on holiday somewhere.
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The first stanza had me reminiscing too! Gee, I think I miss those days!
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Yeah. We miss them but can’t repeat them.
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Can too! But without the lots of beer.
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I like your spirit but it’s never quite the same. We make new ones though.
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From the guzzling of beer in our youth to an afternoon nap in our later years. Yep….that’s how it goes in life :) And I’d add, the taste buds shift and become more discerning…from beer to a delightful bordeaux!
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Oh, I finished with my wine phase too! Haha!
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This is so evocative, yes, indeed those were the days! I too love the description; “Those tinted glasses of nostalgia.” 🌸❤️
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Despite those glasses, I still insist that the good old days are happening right now.
Thanks Sanaa 🙏
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I still enjoy beer…. (especially the one I brew myself)
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I would like to but it makes me lazy and I kick myself in the following mornings.
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Those tinted glasses of nostalgia – fantastic line!
I remember those afternoon delights as being particularly enjoyable….
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Thanks Nancy 🙏
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Love both your dVerse poem and your “How to Have a Good Day.” Fine poem, fine advice.
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Love love love the subtle reference to rose-colored glasses:
“Those tinted glasses of nostalgia
– what colour was that again?”
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Breaking the fourth wall, and referencing the prompt. I like to amuse myself.
Thanks Kim 🙏
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Amusing yourself aloud in a poem is such a fun ride for your readers.
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I like how this comes as a journey through your memeories, like looking through your journal no less.
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Cheers Paul 🙏 It’s all true.
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Even better
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Your poem made me feel a little sad. You’ve found poetry …no hangovers…that’s a good thing. I used to love a shandy in the summer. It goes with the weather. I still have beer and wine in my pantry cupboard but I just don’t feel like it anymore. I blame that killjoy guardian angel of mine who insists on looking after me but has to date been unable to make me sensible.:)…Rall
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Thanks Rall 🙏 It feels strange to lose the taste for alcohol. It was such a big part of my life before, though thankfully never getting too out of control.
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Love this reflective poem and especially the line What colour was that again? I do think they have colours I still love a cold dark beer in the summer :)
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Thank you Marja 🙏 The weird thing is that it is always summer here in Thailand (relatively) but I just lost the taste for beer since arriving here. It could also be exposure to many of the moaning drunken foreign losers that are around the city too… Not something I aspire to!
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Ah well, both kinds of lazy afternoon sound good to me. Not the beer, however. Very un-Aussie of me but I hate the taste. Make it wine!
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I went through a wine phase but overdid it – stupid me. Australia has some great wines.
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nice poem, Shaun. i have yet to get a taste of beer. never drank one but we’ll see. good day to you!
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It’s good to try everything once. Moderation is a very human struggle. Cheers JNT 🙏
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