Editing my poetry collection this afternoon. I have several sonnets. I may include those. I’ll do a repost of this one and maybe post another later today.
White Wine Won’t Stain
She sits inside, behind venetian blinds;
windows opened, slats ajar to catch the breeze.
Lace curtains flap and wave into the room;
the faintest scent of jasmine rushes in.
She’s drinking chilled Chablis and listening
to Willie singing on the radio
about those blue eyes crying in the rain.
Her gaze is focused on the passion vine
that blooms along the picket fence outside,
it’s tendrils wrapped about it for support.
Then all at once a hummingbird appears
and hovers near a purple passion bud.
She fills her crystal glass with more Chablis,
turns on the ceiling fan and shuts the blinds.
Ellespeth
I always enjoy how your words create clear visuals.
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Thank you, Charles. Reading your comment reminded me that I forgot to choose a picture 😛 I’m wondering if you think it would do any good to post this on CSB – perhaps get more feedback or ask for some. I don’t want to hog the board. What are your thoughts on this?
Ellespeth
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It’s always a good idea to post on the CSB. You get more exposure and feedback.
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