Simply stated in its essence,
transparent in texture
never hiding its truth.
Sipped slowly,
fermented fruit for the mind
tastes that is warm and succulent
lingers richly inside,
refreshes and races through veins.
Seduced by the ease it flows
over the body,
thinking it impotent in its effect,
until in one mushrooming second
head spins from rush of its white grapes.
Muscle feel numb, but mouth begs for more,
unable to curb the growing addiction,
this clear juice thought so harmless,
bearing its honest, sweet flavor
into the veins,
gripping with its subtle spell.
Unaware the danger if it is ignored to long
exacting a price for neglect,
turns into vinegar, so sour and biting,
consciousness feeling the hangover consequences
when new palate paramour
is full of wrath's tainted toxins.
A contest entry
- Wine Connoisuers by alexandrathegreat.
1200 points, ended February 15, 2008, 14 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
-
You were strong from the start. This made me want a glass of wine; no a dire need for a glass of wine. The last bit of this was pure poison. Nice work as usual. thank you for your entry.
-
hmmmm....interesting...good luck....
-
Dang! This one sucks you right into it. I feel like I just lived this piece
That closing stanza is very strong indeed, you started strong and finished strong. Can't ask much more. Bravo!
Adding your comment:
