Intensions

Carrying all that was left of yesterday’s memory
he participated in the silent morning procession.
Sun was shining on the serious faces
of those en route
to throw away the last empty bottles
into the big green bulb, the cathedral for sinners,
where all the drinkers take their turn
and he said goodbye to the beautiful castle on the label
where he would have loved to live a little longer,
he admired the nice purple coloured stain on the paper
before the sound of crashing glass
brought him back to the rain that started to fall
into another grey period of sobriety.
The walk back home was full of good intentions
but the shade of red wine will always be his favorite
and this was not the last of his processions.

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Comments on: "Intensions" (10)

  1. You are writing some wonderful reflective poetry at the moment.

    I have enjoyed all of them as they have passed through my inbox.

    Keep up the good work.

    Arohanui
    David
    xxx

    • Thank you very much David πŸ™‚ I am glad you enjoyed reading them. Have a nice Sunday! Or sunday lol πŸ™‚

      Arohanui
      xxx

  2. Ina this is very good, and I agree with David; you are writing some really lovely reflective poems. This one is no exception

    L&H xx

  3. a sadness felt between beautifully crafted lines…

  4. Colin Morley said:

    I love the allegory of the bottle bank as a “cathedral for sinners” – Each time I take my bag of empties to the village recycling skip I feel a small twinge of guilt at the number of empties and secretly hoope no-one is watching and counting!

    • Hi Colin, thank you.
      πŸ™‚ Wine has it pro’s and cons I think. There are times we overdo it and there are times we just enjoy ?

  5. Yes, in absolute agreement with David and Christine – your poetry, recently, has been really AND BEAUTIFULLY reflective! And its descriptive imagery is amazing:
    ‘Sun was shining on the serious faces’
    XO β™₯

    • Hi Diane, thank you very much, I am very pleased for your positive and kind comments, they make me keep trying to do poetry. xx β™₯

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