Wineglass Saturday Night Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Wineglass Saturday Night
Wineglass Saturday night is sweet
Worshiping all the girls
Who throw back their hair and laugh
When they notice my lonely gaze.
My life is Sunday morning strawberry jam
Smiling at the morning news,
Not letting any current currency of despair
Bankrupt my bountiful spirits.
You are always so genuine. You handle contrasting moods here with fine creative skill. Ten without hesitation. Kindest regards, Sandra
Sounds like that wine is pretty strong Uriah. Sounds good though! I do love strawberry jam too. A pleasure to read this one. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
A WORK AS DIFFERENT AS NIGHT & DAY, LITERARILY! A fine penning, Uriah...Anew day brings new hope & opportunity for finer wine! F.J.R.
A poem of contrasts - two contrasting pictures - softly spoken verse. love, Allie xxxx
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Hmm....strangely...I can identify with this poem! Hugs, Dee