With apologies to Timothy Leary


The Electric Bordeaux Acid Test

The stemmed glass slowly rotates
Held up to the sun
Its contents swirl in easy motion
Carmines plum and ruby
Subtle rainbows
Tease my imagination already
Tantalized by too much wine.

How many times
Have momentous thoughts
Random as these
As blurred of focus
Been so confidently
Brought to life
While looking through a
Glass of half gone
Bordeaux

Too many
I'll wager
Too many



Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-10-01 at 16:27

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countryfog
I no longer drink, and I miss it as muse and memory jogger. I preferred Burgandies and once carried a bottle of Sainte- Emilion Grand Cru (an outrageously expensive gift) home from Paris wrapped in a blanket like an adopted child. You've captured the way I feel about wine perfectly.
2012-10-01