Mark Escobar Poet Narrative

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.

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