The Wine of David Eisele
By jvriesema
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Like hemmingway crossing the boundaries of keats and bronte,
words find their way from ivy covered balconies
and wine-filled glasses to the soul.
They criss-cross the miles like electric wires
of prose upon dreams of dragonflies.
Winter's night and summer's laughter
wind their way through pages of love and life
all within a poet's landscape.
Love that is a half-smile is a gesture of emotion spoken;
a glance in time;
a subterfuge of the heart;
a love in the meeting of moments;
notes of prose played upon a piano when the world is quiet
and streetlamps outside your window converse with your unspoken words.
A glass of wine,
a gaze into the silence of midnight from lace covered windows;
your deep voice breathing through my soul
from memories of wind and ocean dream
gather into a culmination of prose and candlelight
before the landscape drifts into satellites of gestures.
One long midnight holds its breath outside of your life
while the wind comforts the rain in a prose-filled dream;
your wineglass meandering through a life of notes upon a piano.
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Comments
Some wonderful metaphors.
Some wonderful metaphors within your words.
An imaginative poem.
Jenny.
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'...and streetlamps outside
'...and streetlamps outside your window converse with your unspoken words'
Wonderful image. I very much enjoyed this.
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