standing
playing a part
apart at the party
out of water
fish swim together
forgot that
there are no balloons
just arty talk
the occasional sing
at blue collar america
elbows sharpened
at the bloodless buffet
diamond rings rattle on wine glasses
ice cubes click teeth
talking into wineglasses
bowties circle – cackle
elsewhere
babysitters watching
as i do
Categories:
wineglasses, poetry,
Form: Free verse
standing
playing a part
apart at the party
out of water
fish swim together
forgot that
there are no balloons
just arty talk
the occasional sing
at blue collar america
elbows sharpened
at the bloodless buffet
diamond rings rattle on wine glasses
ice cubes click teeth
talking into wineglasses
bowties circle – cackle
elsewhere
babysitters watching
as i am
Categories:
wineglasses, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The foot of the wineglass
Left a ring on the table
The table was scarred
By the foot of the wineglass
The ring on the table
Was left there, rejected
Next to the ring that the wineglass
Left on the table
The man drove home
Who left the ring on the table
The ring next to the ring
Left by the foot of the wineglass
The ring was rejected
Whilst the table accepted
The scar on its surface
Left by the foot of the wineglass
The man was rejected
As the wet circle reflected
The dim candle-lit room
Where the bride left the groom
Utterly rejected
And all that remains
Are the wine-foot stains
On the table of wood
Where the wineglasses stood
Categories:
wineglasses, heartbroken, lost love, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
TEXAS
Is a vast place, bigger than France, and in many ways much more interesting.
El Capitan reef, the Pecos, the Panhandle, all conjure up more imagination
Than a truckload of Monmartres, a shovelful of escargot, or a herd of poodles
Heaven for me must have stetsons and not guys with chic scarves and wineglasses,
Women who can jump a quarter-horse and round up a hundred maverick longhorn,
Not wasp-waisted scowlers with absurd dresses mincing on imaginary tightropes
Categories:
wineglasses, places
Form: Light Verse
Wineglasses stained
red
red-rimmed eyes
needing sleep
After the party is over
the patrons depart
leaving behind memories
Did anyone know why
they were there?
Well, the question
didn't arise
the revelers dance for hours
later the moonlight
was blocked by clouds
don't try to explain
this late at night
words fail us
after the party is over
we'll take a deep breath
and head home
a strarlit sky
awaIts us
don't be fooled by
the sighs in the air
the party was sufficent in its time
now we walk a perilous path
which leads us to
a new morning
somewhere near the sun
Categories:
wineglasses,
Form: Free verse