A Glass of Wine, a Thought, a Meaning

It’s amazing how a simple glass of wine, Can unleash a hidden thought or meaning You’d think as much as I’ve consumed in life, I would have a tome that’s gleaming Full of wise, sagacious oratory Of thoughts that help the mind But maybe it’s all piffle, of the wrong kind You see it’s a very simple thing, If you’re a writer from the heart It doesn’t matter how or if you cloud it, It may someday become someone’s art God has provided us one of many bounties, the grape That sometimes helps unleash the sometimes hidden shape Of some very blessed minds from the most blessed of us all It may be a way to help reach our true selves, or sometimes break through a wall So now that I’ve made this potentially absurd assertion It’s time to prove the theory, with some not so perfect allocution Of some wise, thoughtful insight into a single glass of wine For without passion and effort in the making It may not enable the divine So maybe try a glass of the fermented grape When next you feel the block of the writer, And when others read your work thereafter, Things may turn out brighter.