Here I am on my lunch break during a pretty slow day at work, a little tipsy on Heller Estate 2005 Sparkling Merlot (even with spitting it's easy for a lightweight like me to get spinny). So I decided to start my poetry slam Fridays. I will write at least one wine-related haiku or poem every friday, plus whatever else I feel like tagging on.
Poetry is my first love, after all, and I hate for her to feel neglected. If you have a wine, grape or other wine-related thing you'd like to hear a poem about, let me know. Or if you have one of your own, send it in!
It tickles my nose.
Thousands of air pockets drenched
in clear fireworks.
Here's another poem I wrote today ... you can thank the sparkling wine for this one ;).
green lens flare
your reflection is a path
it opens up my many different faces
shrieking amongst the ill-placed words
and constant sidelong glances
if my eyes are the camera
they are flashing you
amateur Photoshop techniques
am I jealous or just talentless?
do I live my hatred through your narcissism?
what would it take to save both of us?
I need to lessen my number
stop being your feed
settle into the tidal waves
and you ...
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