Sunday, August 26, 2012

Empty Bottles



I drink the wine
the wine outside the bottles
the wine uncontained within
glass, the wine a fiery tongue
speaking unknown words
burning my throat, searing
my soul, this wine,
incendiary wine-words.
Why are the bottles
empty?

This poem is submitted to the dVerse Poets prompt of paintings by the Durch artist Borg de Novel. To see more poems submitted, please visit dVerse Poets.
Painting: Bottles by Borg de Nobel / http://borgeous.wordpress.com. Used with permission.

8 comments:

HisFireFly said...

I love this Glynn

May we also be empty, poured out...

Claudia said...

interesting...the wine outside the bottles, quite some powerful stuff..burning the throat, fiery tongue...and i like that you end with a question...

nance said...

ah yes, those wine words from too much wine.

Brian Miller said...

the wine uncontained can be a powerful thing glynn...pour it all out and i bet you will still be full...

Mary said...

Fascinating to think of the wine OUTSIDE the bottle.. So much mystery in those words.

S. Etole said...

new wine and old wineskins ...

Dulce said...

that's all too much wine can give.... Good one- i like it!

flipside records said...

Nice. Love the ending:

"incendiary wine-words.
Why are the bottles
empty?"