The Snifter
by Ralph Sergi©
I dropped the snifter in the sink
It shattered
and I cursed my clumsy hand
and thought about my past
the times I filled the glass
and puffed my Corona
between tiny sips
and nips of time recalled in Philly
when I sat in my house
that left a residue of friendly aromas
I would stare at the glass
the brandy's deep brown and not a sound
except for the smoke being slowly wooshed
out of my mouth as I watch it rise
now time is remote
until I drink again to the Memory
Categories:
wooshed, memory,
Form: Free verse
many would venture that
it's side-to-side
that counts on the counting line
but i maintain, if you please
that farther up, it's the vertices
though i grant that each side
has it's tilt, if never to ends
that each totter is built
the teeter is sweeter
when thumped down then wooshed up
swinging dangling participles and legs
one begs with joyous glee, for more
waitless, gravity certain to top the vertice
then way little on the way down
'til bottomed-out at thumping sound
downs-n-ups and ins-n-outs
that's what the fun's all about
so take the ride if you dare
to carelessly turn and point to where
the edges of merriment are thought to be
way out upon the vertices
© Goode Guy 2013-06-06
this one's above my play grade!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vertices
Categories:
wooshed, children, fun, imagination, senses,
Form: Rhyme