''Lover of Writing Life''
I am a sage and savant of sweet poetry,
Especially my own sad, dark ramblings;
Assessing the new for ageing potential,
I can tell with my soul if a poem weeps.
In my mind are the old, dark and beautiful,
Swirling to release their aroma gently;
I smell it and sip it and write the tears,
The words come creeping like old vines.
I am fully immersed in the art of writing,
Drinking a wine glass of deep blue sky;
And like the finest grapes my words ripen,
And I taste the sweetness amid the pain.
The truth at times bitter wine.
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August 14, 2015
Poetry/Verse/"Lover of Writing Life"
Copyright Protected, ID 15-700-157-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Wine Connoisseur,
sponsor, Chase Trevi
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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