Clutching her goblet, she poured the wine down her throat
Until they all kneeled before her, she would never be happy
Perhaps that was the alcohol talking, but she liked what it was saying
Cup (an acrostic poem)
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Wine (an acrostic poem)
White Zinfandel sparkled in the glow of the fire
Its hints of sour apple and honey played with
Notes of pine and citrus. The calming taste helped with her stress level
Especially needed since she was watching her house burn
Vessel (an acrostic poem)
Vehicle for fluids is raised for another toast
Enables waking dreams as you stumble being possessed
Sometimes you can host a multitude of different spirits simultaneously
Such as wine, beer, and hard liquors
Enough visitors that you reach your max occupancy limit, and you’re forced outside your body
Leaving you empty and full of yourself at the same time
Red (an acrostic poem)
Ruddy eyes peering at the monitor without understanding
Everything inside his head was going up in flames
Destroying his rosé wine high
Transport (an acrostic poem)
There were times he just wanted to get away
Race from wherever he was to someplace new
A place where no one knew him
No way that was going to happen now
So many things had happened over the past few years
People recognized him everywhere
Only if he could go back to being a nobody would he be truly happy
Reaching for his wine glass he raised a toast to himself
That’s what you get when you figure out the path to making it big
Port (an acrostic poem)
Pounding back the fortified wine
Orlando stared at the waves slapping against the hull
Refuge hopefully would be found in the bottom of that bottle
That hope proved futile
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Nerve (an acrostic poem)
Nothing could hurt this bad, Cary thought
Everything just throbbed with each beat of his heart
Reaching for the glass of wine he drank it down in one gulp
Viewing her frown, he knew this night was over
Even though he didn’t think she meant it that way
Stumble (an acrostic poem)
Slipping beneath the sheets, Martha reviewed her day
Too many regrets greeted her observations
Useless tossing and turning commenced
Martha watched minutes slip by as she snuggled up with those regrets
Blaming herself for every little thing she had done
Little things that most people wouldn’t lose sleep over
Especially that little glass of wine, but that was one glass too far
Snow Day (a 100 word snippet)
We home school our kids. When people find out, they occasionally point out reasons why that’s a bad idea. They worry about our kids being properly socialized. They worry that our kids will have holes in their education. They worry that our kids are getting out of some pieces of childhood that are integral to becoming functional adults.
My kids found out the true negative to being home schooled. They are currently learning at the dining room table while their public schooled compatriots enjoy a day off. Time for me to break out a bottle of wine and enjoy the misery.
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