Merlot
To savor this glass I don't need to go
To see the French vineyards within Bordeaux
Or walk the wine cellars of a chateau.
It won't require to see where the grapes grow
Or squeeze their juices between every toe.
Some might prefer all that grandeur, although
For me, only this does contentment owe –
To sit in my chair and sip this merlot
And drift to sleep with a blissful sigh, "Oh."
11/5/2022
Written for Hilo Poet's
MonoMixoRhyme Poetry Contest
9 line monorhyme with no repeated alphabetically spelled rhymes.
Syllables checked on PSSC (10 per line)
Copyright © Jesse Rowe | Year Posted 2022
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