Rising, staining crystal,
A burgundy lullaby.
Twilight’s sedative, dark ink
Obliterating past hours.
A stain
On the frail, fluttering linen of my reputation;
It holds allure.
This spirit,
This shrine,
Splattering forth
From an artery, green, hard, pumped
Forth out of green, stark land.
Detach a clod; crumble it;
How does this scorched dusk gestate
Such softness, such coolness?
Cocooned in a glass
My delicious abyss.
Author notes
It is about a glass of wine.
A contest entry
- ♥Wordbank and titles contest♥ by OurxBeginning.
500 points, ended March 25, 2007, 41 entries
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Yes~ mmmm a delicious abyss I agree Presented beautifully with creative imagery. I love a poet that finds an clever view to simplicity. Most enjoyable.
LRD
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Beautiful !!!
A wonderful look at a glass of wine.. how great are the words you choose. This speaks volume and is very creative and such vivid imagery in your lines!
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