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:
I love this Glynn
May we also be empty, poured out...
interesting...the wine outside the bottles, quite some powerful stuff..burning the throat, fiery tongue...and i like that you end with a question...
ah yes, those wine words from too much wine.
the wine uncontained can be a powerful thing glynn...pour it all out and i bet you will still be full...
Fascinating to think of the wine OUTSIDE the bottle.. So much mystery in those words.
new wine and old wineskins ...
that's all too much wine can give.... Good one- i like it!
Nice. Love the ending:
"incendiary wine-words.
Why are the bottles
empty?"
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