3.14.2017

My Glass Bottle


It restrains the dark cherry flavor.
The deep claret filters all conceivable light
And burns its color on the desk.
The desk, not knowing better,
becomes part of its hue,
And stoops before its tint authority.

The lamp asks why the bottle feels powerful,
It says, “I changed the color of this desk”

“Get your own light,” whispered the lamp

And the desk was freed.

4 comments:

  1. Thoughtful!
    Simply ....the essence of light may have empowered the bottle but, the desk may be in despair, drowning in darkness.

    12:02 PM 03/14/2017

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  2. i get goosebumps every time I read your poetry.

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    1. Wow, thank you! I'm glad you enjoy it, let me know what you think of the others!

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