Barb Farley Poet Free verse

For the Poet.....

My two miracles, black and white lay dreaming. 
I roll the last of the Cabernet over my tongue
as I
inhale every drop of the prose she has so skillfully penned; 
tannic, yet satisfactory.

The attack.........ripened, smashed cherries
The evolution.......bitter cacoa nibs..........
The finish.......an aftertaste of lonliness and heartbreak....
yet still I want more.

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Carolyn Devonshire February 24, 2009 at 4:35 PM "Yet still I want more" was an upbeat way to end this poem that seems to express great pain. We sometimes suffer when we love, don't we? Nice work, Carolyn

Daver Austin December 15, 2008 at 4:23 AM You, my dear, are too much! We need to hear much more from you. I have read your stuff over and over. One of your poems is worth fifty of a lesser poet. Thanks for reading my stuff. I stay away from the too personal. I write simply, simply because I want everyone to read my stuff, without having to resort to a dictionary. Love, daver

James Foulk August 25, 2008 at 3:39 PM welcome to poetrysoup. this was a powerful piece, a great write.

August 19, 2008 at 1:18 PM Powerful piece leaving the reader with something to ponder. Welcome to Poetry Soup! I hope you enjoy your time spent with us. Keep up the good writing! Karen