The World through Grape-colored Glasses
Peering out my wine
windows tinted
and clouded
at a swirling landscape
of bitter-sweets
the view skewed
by tannins and cork
floaters among
the cloudy
reveries
shuttering my
wine windows
I delve
the cellars deep
for lofty thoughts
and epiphanies
before the heady
kerplunk
This poem is a response to today’s Quadrille prompt at dVerse Poets Pub.
I felt inspired by dVerse poets pub’s Quadrille prompt today to ponder possibilities. My quadrille came to me almost complete (short one word) in the shower.
Imagination’s Playground
The imaginative life
is a playground of possibilities
until all the door and windows
are locked and the bed
is on fire
then there are only two possibilities:
to dance or to cower
and soon there is one:
to face all the unimagined possibilities
