Posted by: Ron DuBour | July 6, 2019

Daily missive breaks into the weekend for Saturday the 6th of July.~by Peter Forster


 

 

Daily missive breaks into the weekend for Saturday the 6th of July.

I have managed to find some internet and head space to post a piece of writing.

I am corked wine
So much flavour gone to waste
Grapes taken from the vine
Too soon
Left in the sun too long
Withered and dry
I am an old dog
Let me die
With my head on a pillow
Who knows between one
Day and the next
When the time is right
To decide
What to do
If you leave them
To lie in the sun
Tomatoes will ripen
On a window sill
How will I know
If you are waiting still
When the day has passed
Darkness comes
There are shadows
Deeper than midnight
Where the tall trees stand
Whispering secrets
Only they know
I spilled the wine
The stain spreading wide
Across the white cloth
I remember roses
Counting them one by one
Embittered thorns
Embedded in memories
Blood drips down
Onto the table
A sour taste of grapes
Salting lips
That once were kissed
With sweetness
The wind sighs
As the willow cries
Whilst a nightingale sings
The high notes
In isolation.


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