I drink your words, the finer wine
enjoying, sipping, warmth immersed
slowly breathing in your thoughts
emotions playing on my mind
though sometimes hard to ascertain
and difficult to comprehend
amid the tumultuous din of hearts
beating the chaos that is life...
On my shelf your words sit now
bottled, as yet unread, and I
just admiring their potential, find
contentment nigh, and yes, a smile
knowing they’re around, and more
awaiting me to take them down...
Shall I gush another frame
continue on infinitum
like a Latin muse, when words
were still quite new, still quite young
as often read as they were sung?
I would climb a mountain top
and shout them clear across the land
if I had not already done
such a deed, causing ruin
misery, mayhem, destruction, and
generally losing all I had...
So this time ‘round I’ll keep it low
pouring slow, so they may grow
and age into a vintage year
that I can label, soft and clear,
this was the best, the best of years.
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Excellent poetic phrasing
"On my shelf your words sit now bottled, as yet unread" is a great line that carries the impact of this poem, to savor certain words rather than gulp them all in at once. This is timely advice, to slowly sip such words that once present, may swirl around like full glasses, threatening to break, spill, and leave us all wet, sharp pieces lying all around. I loved the last thought, "so they may grow and age into a vintage year that I can label, soft and clear, this was the best, the best of years". Excellent.
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You have very good imagery through out this piece and a comfortable use of your vocabulary. Thanks for sharing.
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thanks, romantic pieces tend to be simple for clarity- words and images can upstage the heart if one lets them...
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Really like this. Has a gentleness about it and the feel of calm purposeful reflection.
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thanks; 'gentleness' is a mood that some of us must 'capture' before it is replaced by screaming rebellion...
lol
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