Tag: Merlot

Thoughts While Picking Up a Marble With My Toes


Deep Thoughts Entertained Whilst Picking Up a Marble With My Toes

My middle metatarsal has dropped. Easy for me to say, you think, but my chiropractor has instructed 

Me in a way to strengthen this muscle in my foot that pleases and relaxes me, especially when done

In conjunction with the drinking of a glass of full bodied Merlot. Oddly enough, this stability 

Enhancing exercise when combined with alcohol yields mixed results, particularly when said 

Glass is repeatedly refilled over the course of an evening. Seems steady walking is purely relative.

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Don’t Mind Me

I’m in the corner, 
shut away from the spotlight. 
hiding from a truth


A glass of Merlot
rich, red, and vibrantly deep;
isolation’s balm.


No person ventures
near enough to engage me;
I’ll sit near the fire.

Calling 

A glass of wine on the table
Merlot, smooth and deep red
Grains of sand on the patio
A new book waiting to be read.

Drowsy sighs escaping lips
A touch of lethargy inspired
By recurring sips from the
Depths of a broad bottomed bowl.

Call me to your boudoir soon
With opened, welcoming arms
And I will answer eagerly
My love, I’m coming home.