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October Wine
by Jennifer L BanksYour naked soul lies on black satin sheets
In some lost autumn memory of mine
Influenced by Syrah and ceiling fans
Indian summer bathes us in blissed sweat
Paper moon carves on the floor our silhouette
Belief in such foolish future plans
Letting thoughts breath like aged table wine
Of weary eyes and broken hearts
Of ghostly apparitions and false starts
Hearing whispered words, I see the signs
Truth unfolds, as I read between the lines
It chokes me again like schoolyard asthma
As I wander around this green miasma
I cannot see today what used to be there
A faint sketch of you, a little bit Moliere
Some contrived veiled illusion
This bittersweet Merlot delusion
No blue velvet return to this memory lane
No fine wine and picking up where we left off
As I swallow this caustic lesson with distain.
01/03/2006 Author's Note: This work HAS been spotlighted on the front page. THANK YOU!
Posted on 01/03/2006
Copyright © 2024 Jennifer L Banks
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Vimal Rony on 01/03/06 at 10:17 PM Tastes real good, poetically. "Your naked soul lies on black satin sheets
In some lost autumn memory of mine" "Truth unfolds, as I read between the lines
It chokes me again like schoolyard asthma
As I wander around this green miasma" My fav lines among the many wonderful ones u have here. |
| Posted by Becca Morton on 01/05/06 at 05:49 PM This is beautiful. the imagery is so vivid. I agree wit the comment above... those ar my favorite lines in this piece. wonderful.
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| Posted by Bethany Lee on 10/11/07 at 03:36 PM Congrats on PotD!! A gorgeous piece. Thanks for sharing it! |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/12/07 at 02:51 PM This is a rich, unusual poem, that on every reading breathes, intensifies, and clarifies its falvor. The intimacy "on black satin sheets", the time of year, the particular mentions of kinds of wine-- (all red, of course, and my favorite!), details like "ceiling fans" that so recall the personal, as does that "blissed sweat"--I love "our silhouette"-- I love the self-referential "as I read between the lines"
love the "Merlot delusion"---and one can sense so many more small references are there--I espeacially love the ending "with distain".
--what a way to finish--I hear "this stain" in a wine poem! |
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