Caroline Cécile Delacroix Poet Quintain (English)

Finest Wine

Searching minds, thirsty for the finest wine
To taste the delight of a life worthwhile
As it was designed from the dawn of time
Free from the bile of self righteous pride
Healed from the viper's poisonous bite.

To never be satisfied with the flavors in style
Or those I find that sweet fill certain desires    
But turn sour, paralyzing enzymes, confining life.
Let us be minds, that thirst for the finest wine, 
The kind that flavors better with time.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 04.18.11

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The Fringe April 29, 2011 at 9:52 PM Yes, release of self-righteous pride, or "judgment" toward those without our "amazing wisdom" (haha) is the sweetest wine. I love this write. I have found happiness since I began deprogramming the things i thought I "knew". In the past I always thought it would be scary to not be sure, but I've found the opposite to be true. It makes me happy to be alive because I have a clean slate now. Wonderful write!!!!!

Carolyn Devonshire April 21, 2011 at 1:28 PM I do hope you find "the finest wine," Caroline, a love that endures all time. When relationships turn sour, sometimes all we can do is try to put the pain behind us and pray the right person will enter our lives. Those "paralyzing enzymes" do so much damage. Hearts take time to heal and I hope you're doing better now. Have a blessed Easter, dear. Love, Carolyn

James Foulk April 19, 2011 at 3:44 PM i use to drink wind, but stopped 25 years ago. but this was a nice piece of poetry, keep posting them.

Dr.Ram Mehta April 19, 2011 at 1:03 PM Deep and meaningful write, Caroline