Words and a Fine Wine
She sat in her volume-lined den
penning a poem to carry her
loosely gathered thoughts about
life as she knew it.
Each line she wrote was an exercise
in perfecting dismissal or
embracing exultation.
The slightly sipped glass of wine
sat close at hand to bolster
quavering courage or musty
memories.
Cradled in dreams singular words mated
to form illuminating verses who, in lock step,
rose in stanza creation.
These solitary moments will live on
in a creation borne out of
the love in her life and the antithesis
of fear to live it.
Sumitted for the Best Love Poem 'cradled in dream' challenge...it won't win but it's a nice piece
By AlwaysMyWords
© 2009 AlwaysMyWords
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