11 April 2011


Image from Magpie Tales   

This red wine is
Too sweet for my tongue
And so many glasses
Swamp my head muddy
When I awake
And toothbrush the taste away.

But drinking one
With each sentence
Is easier than saying the ones
You probably want to hear.

If I just get tipsy
Instead of telling you,
Then you can still smile at me
And touch my shoulder when we talk
That’s really all I want.
That’s all I can really take.

For Magpie Tales, Mag 61. I don't think I really have a lot to say about my process here.  Not really happy with the second half of the 1st stanza, but at a poem a day, I had to make an effort to stop revising [for now]. Day 11 for NaPoWriMo.


  1. I *really* like this poem.

    I think 'swamping your head muddy' is the best way to describe a red wine high. I liked every line in this poem. Marvelous, is the word.

  2. It's not such a bad thing, to know your limits. Nice piece.

  3. Thanks, Deep. Lucky I got it right. I'm more of a beer drinker.

    Thanks, Martin. Glad you enjoyed.

  4. An excuse for incoherence! It's rather sweet!

  5. It's nice to make, I mean have an excuse.
    Thanks MM and Isabel.

  6. I like your poem- and writing one a day is an awesome challenge. Thanks for your nice comments and like your sister I am posting a photo a day on my new blog http://kathewsnapaday.blogspot.com

  7. I love the image "smile at me and touch my shoulder when we talk" conjures.

  8. I like everything about your poem, including all of the first stanza. I note you prefer beer ~ which caused me to remember a little ditty we used to repeat years ago ... beer on wine is fine, wine on beer you must fear. I pearl of wisdom whose theory I never tested.

  9. You describe the heady feeling of red wine well. Although after more than 2 glasses, I'd be in the mud,not just muddy headed!

  10. Kathe, thanks. I should change the info about my blog. My sister quit posting a photo a day about a year ago. I wish she would get back into it.

    Helen, thanks. We had a rhyme about beer and liquor.
    "Beer then liquor, never sicker.
    Liquor then beer, have no fear."
    I did test the theory. It was incorrect.

    Mouse in the mud. That's funny.

  11. Tess, thanks. I also had a very definite picture in my head for that line.

  12. It's sad if wine takes the place of conversation, though...

  13. Sometime we have to get to the next step!! "And toothbrush the taste away.." who can't feel that?? Love your poem!

  14. Perhaps a larger story here to be developed. The toothbrush the taste away is a great line, and the poem is a really good take on the prompt.

  15. Trellissimo-Sad but often true.

    Lyn ans Socks-Thanks.

  16. I agree with Socks! A larger plot can happen here! :) has lots of possibilities!

    My Magpie Post

  17. Thanks, Vinay. Perhaps you and Socks are onto something. I hadn't considered anything larger from that piece.

  18. your words are superb,
    what a brilliant wine/poetry mix.

    beautiful write…

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