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.
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8 comments:

  1. HisFireFlyAugust 26, 2012 at 8:24 AM

    I love this Glynn

    May we also be empty, poured out...

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  2. ClaudiaAugust 26, 2012 at 9:35 AM

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

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  3. AnonymousAugust 26, 2012 at 10:02 AM

    ah yes, those wine words from too much wine.

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  4. Brian MillerAugust 26, 2012 at 10:37 AM

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

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  5. MaryAugust 26, 2012 at 11:09 AM

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

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  6. S. EtoleAugust 26, 2012 at 2:24 PM

    new wine and old wineskins ...

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  7. DulceAugust 26, 2012 at 2:55 PM

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

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  8. AnonymousAugust 26, 2012 at 5:50 PM

    Nice. Love the ending:

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

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