Tempranillo

Posted by hellen on May 9, 2010 - 20:09
from the ABC set This is not the white flag

Show me something that you actually are,
look me in the eye, tell
it slowly.

This is the way that all things go.
The early hours
of fire, ether, ash. Wine.

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Comments

I like this poem a lot, I wanted to read so much more of it. I like the slow pace in the first stanza.

Thanks for the comment. It was an odd one, came in bits!