maandag 18 mei 2015
A glass of poetry
I’m tasting a poem as a glass full of wine,
the Chateau, beautifully labelled on top
is full of promises, maybe sunshine or a flop,
still there can be a suspicion or a silent sign.
To open the bottle with the first quatrain
you already smell the scent of his bouquet,
is it about red or white, the words will say
if it’s vinegar stuff, you’ll read it in vain.
There has to be an aftertaste, heavy or fine
its character, dark, handsome or full of mystery
a few glasses a day keeps me fit without misery
maybe one more, I do believe it’s so benign
although some say, it’s the start of a poet’s insanity.
© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere