It wasn't poetry
pouring from you-
but words drunk off
complimentary confidence,
still rank of an
amateur brewer.
Chardonnay may have been
a drink of choice,
but an inebriated ego
spews verbal vomit
& fermented phrases
sipped from another's glass.
You claim to know fruit,
the taste & texture of
metaphor,
yet you can't define the
refined irony of my imagery.
So take these grapes,
ripened unlike those on your
vines,
& roll them on the tongue,
develop your untrained pallete
& swallow this verse like
the fine wine it is.
pouring from you-
but words drunk off
complimentary confidence,
still rank of an
amateur brewer.
Chardonnay may have been
a drink of choice,
but an inebriated ego
spews verbal vomit
& fermented phrases
sipped from another's glass.
You claim to know fruit,
the taste & texture of
metaphor,
yet you can't define the
refined irony of my imagery.
So take these grapes,
ripened unlike those on your
vines,
& roll them on the tongue,
develop your untrained pallete
& swallow this verse like
the fine wine it is.
Author notes
France.
Wine has been a pride of the French. Originating in Burgundy, the Chardonnay grape has been a staple in French wine. Due to the stoney ground of Burgundy, its growing season is quite short, making it rippen quickly. In recent years, many clones of the grape have been created & other countries, including the US, have tarnished the pride of both France & her chardonnay.
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Comments
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new world wine is improving considerably... and chardonnay has always been overrated.
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How intoxicating. I think there are a few people I would like to refer to this piece. Ego can truly butcher a poets chance to mature. I thought this piece was very different from your other work. Its great. I haven't been here on AP for a while, can't wait to catch up on your other writings.
Much Love
Carri -
...
That is just mean



