Silent Poetry Reading
In celebration of St. Brigid's Day, a bloggers' silent poetry reading. Found on Laura's blog, started by Grace's Poppies.Vino Tinto by Sandra Cisneros
Dark wine reminds me of you.
The burgundies and cabernets.
The tang and thrum and hiss
that spiral like Egyptian silk,
blood bit from a lip, black
smoke from a cigarette.
Nights that swell like cork.
This night. A thousand.
Under a single lamplight.
In public or alone.
Very late or very early.
When I write my poems.
Something of you still taut
still tugs still pulls,
a rope that trembled
hummed between us.
Hummed, love, didn't it.
Love, how it hummed.
4 Comments:
La Sandra! I should have known! It's a great poem. I love the last two lines.
Beautiful poem- hopped on over from Laura's place to check out your wine selection. ;-) Like Laura, I especially love the last two lines. Lovely choice- thank you for sharing! Take care! :-)
I love this poem. I'm ashamed to say I didn't know Sandra wrote poetry, I'm so freakin' out of the loop sometimes. Which is pathetic since I work in a bookstore.
...oh and I am totally taking your Ghetto Knitter button. It's too cool.
O! You won the green alpaca fingering in my contest! I swear I did not cheat! ;)
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