Vino and Verse

Swimming about my chilled bottle

I dive a little deeper into her pear

And floral notes, my Pinot Grigio

Avoiding what floats on the surface

With the numbing elixir poured

I scramble to find

The next shiny object

To distract my mind

The poetry in hubland, my rescue

Tender little verses

Happily swish across my tongue

Luxurious word choices

Creatively metered morsels

My thought buds tingle once read aloud

Even if, now and then I cringe

And now and then I resort

To the dictionary

Your vocabulary either grander or more

Peculiar than mine

With the authors not about

I curse my time zone

And worry as the level of my

grape juice drains down

The only left alternative

Certainly not my bed

For there in the stillness I must

Surely face

The thoughts from which I’m running

Don’t look so apprehensive

We’ve had a thousand nights

Turned mornings just like this

No better moment girl

Rosin up your bow

Your keyboard is your instrument

Time to let it flow