Posts tagged ‘wine’

August 3, 2017

Couched in an evening

My blood-wine lips grow fast pursed
& these achy nudist feet come crossed;
Where singing loud truths cause hurt,
And our quiet moments are still sought.

Tags: , , , ,
August 18, 2015

gnats in the wine

chewing it over—for what it’s worth;
last night’s me in southeast, and
the now going—nothing if not present,
on along como. proof in breath,
change the set. focus, and
then content with content.
the blinker light orange clicks,
the cracked window let’s cool air in.
if morning is broken, how shall we fix it?
fixating on what’s been given—so gifted.
and that taste in your mouth, and
that frown on your face—those things can be
given away. over 280 at about 30 and
it’s barely 7:40. midday convo mid-moment;
spit-balling my life, just a thought: let’s talk.
then everything will be all right.

October 2, 2014

Thoughts on Things

As children we think in terms of proximity;
Things, places, and people will never leave our side.

As adults we deal in terms of affinity,
Reading more into the subjective lives we’ve tried.

As intellects it does wonders to ask questions,
-On stories that we choose to over again and over again cite.

As consumers it’s important to exercise frugality,
Blocking ourselves from the things we want, but need not buy.

As spokespeople it proves important to create a lesson,
I want you to exist this way, and avoid becoming like that.

As human beings it’s hard to mention,
How we view the many diverse lives that cross our paths.

***

We are but memory, action, and experience.

***

Water comes from the skies,
and even bad grapes are good raisins.

August 11, 2013

Wooden Table

Wooden Table,

By Terry Scott Niebeling

 

Wooden Table hold me stable,

Prop me up when I am down.

 

Make me able to talk of fables.

Help me drink until I drown.

 

Wooden Table you know me,

Console me when I frown.

 

Wooden Table help me,

If you are able,

I am lost, make me found.