By Wine Besotted
While sitting back and listening
to my confreres in their conversation
a glass of wine – red and quite strong
with Tuscany’s best Brunello as a brand,
gives that taste so good; a fodder.
Its spirit makes me reinvigorated
as I think about relationships;
be they human or in a different context
generates that appetite to communication.
Served as a conventional version
in any gathering or a meal, for example,
wine is indispensable, inevitable –
especially for the Italian people.
Uncalled and strange to my culture
having a wine on the table
makes my Asianness wonder
that truly this is wonderful!
It’s a beautiful experience I tell you,
a relaxing moment with a glass of wine
itts goodness and meaning to celebration;
adds glitter and joy to every person.
With an inspiring mood it unfolds,
spontaneity like in music with rhythmic vitality,
with benchmark sentiments and robust sound
wine’s spirit in general makes me speak up
and interiorize certain reflections about human life.
Copyright © Mark Escobar | Year Posted 2012
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