Verse Poem by Boghos Artinian
Verse
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Verse,
just woven
from words
is grape juice,
not wine.
It must ferment
and age
in the dark cellars
of the mind;
for a while
forgotten.
Later,
perhaps tasted
and shaken in the sun
to shuffle
or delete words,
or perchance
add
a forgotten word.
Often
it is simply left
on its own
until someday
it issues
the desired effect
on the mind.
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: aging
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
newly written verse must stay unpublished and ferment and age like wine.
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4/24/2024 6:29:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely writing! I also am one of those whom it takes days and weeks for me to get it down and get it right. At least to my satisfaction. Nicely done!