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A tall crystal wine glass

A tall crystal wine glass stands.
In awe and delight, I am found.
A beauty in the meadow lands,
To many you have life astound.

You, delicate, impermeable;
A tall crystal wine glass stands.
I, weak, proud, impenetrable;
Try to hold me and life confounds.

Seems stable, firm and unperturbed,
Pour anything and shape’s the same.
A tall crystal wine glass stands,
Even the lover’s lips can’t tame.

Stem is for you to hold me;
My bowl, for kindness that expands
To me; that I no longer be
A tall crystal wine glass stands.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 11/6/2014 11:21:00 PM
how sweet, to write a poem on a wine glass. I love how you discussed its shape and how it just stands always the same.
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Date: 10/22/2014 3:25:00 PM
I feel a wanting to be but a losing in this poem. Not sure if the wine glass is a comfort, but I love it all the same. Nice one, James :)
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