Open Poetry #24 |
wine o'clock |
kram Junior Member
since 2003-01-17
Posts 20texas |
Wine O'clock when your day winds down the highway and turns onto the dirt road that meanders through the vineyard... slipping into evening dusk As the road narrows and the vines become higher noon searchs but cannot find you. Six AM waits patiently for you to reach the other end when, after sleeping among the purple grapes, you'll plunge unwillingly into the morning. All at once you're back on the highway awakened by those alarm clock grooves they put beside the road... longing for wine o'clock |
||
© Copyright 2003 kram - All Rights Reserved | |||
Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Excellent imagery, like the feel of the words and images...goes well together.. Welcome to Passions, look forward to your poetry.. |
||
Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Sounds of a very lonesome soul with only the thought of one refuge... tugging... |
||
passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wow! do i know this feeling? |
||
⇧ top of page ⇧ | ||
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |