Uncork your essence
harvest radiates red
cabernet and brie
Couldn’t pass up posting a picture of this wine.
Do you have a favorite wine?
Please enjoy these A to Z bloggers with me:
Tag: wine
Vintage #atozchallenge #photochallenge #poetry
Never too old
smooth, the perfect bouquet
fill my glass
Over the last several months, I have been looking for letters of the alphabet in nature and architecture. This study is in the letter “V” for the benefit of the A to Z challenge letter “V” and the Weekly Photochallenge “Letters.” Forgive me if I am not justifying the photography in the proper V position. I believe the eye is naturally captured by a familiar shape. Perhaps you too would enjoy the photography treasure hunt for letters.
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For the love of… Food #poetry #photography
My senses tell me first
something fragrant is stirring
I try not to imagine what the neighbor is cooking
my salivary glands haven’t a care they’re not looking
spicy, strong smells fill the air
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carried away on a magic carpet
distant lands of curries and cayenne peppers
autumn colors of paprika and tumeric
dark green courgette, deep purple eggplant, and regal red onion’s sweet array
my imagination is teased with the colorful display
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Camels loaded with untold wares
a caravan from the east
great cooks of the world plan their feast
impatiently I await gustatorial delights
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Putting my watering mouth into check
my rolled carpet beneath one arm
a Merlot to wet our lips
I gather my glass, green salad and my wits
always a welcome guest
The prompt at Verse First today is to write about food. I hope you can smell the spices as they take an Eastern journey.
Time is ticking away #death #life #poetry
they asked me when I was a kid
how long they thought i’d live
i said” i don’t know
maybe after the world is covered with snow.”
they asked me when I was a sailor
how long I thought til it was over?
i shook my head,
“my best friend yesterday at 20 was dead”
they asked me when i was a dad
“how long do you think you have?”
“i’d like to be old as a good wine
maybe that would be 99.”
“they asked me how long now that you are 88?”
“it’s waiting for death I hate
i hope ungrateful i do not sound
of life i’d like another round”
This is dedicated to a dear friend who was like my dad as I was growing up. Each day now is a battle with cancer…
A Toast to – wine, women and … #poetry
“Ignorant fool”
she laughed
raising her glass
“will women never learn?
he loves the smorgasboard
taste this
feast on that
at evening’s end
he always goes home alone
to belch up his dessert
of red heads, blondes, brunettes
take it
all of them”
she flings the contents of her wine glass
to the silenced one
“you will need this”
she handed her the now emptied wine glass
“for your own tears”
The amazing photograph was from stock photographs
penned in moon dust 