Clean, Dry, Velvety smooth
What does it all mean?
They are just terms to obfuscate
The taste of
Sour coloured water;
I understand wines
As much as I understand myself
Ivan Chew, 10 Jan 06
First posted in Seeds-O-Light Amateur Poetry Group. This poem was written in about 10 minutes, after I read a contribution by a group member who wrote a poem relating to wine. I was trying to use the concept of “Wine Appreciation” as a reference to how we might appreciate our life, or perhaps fail to.
The poem could be interpreted in many ways. One is about how we’re so good at coming up with elaborate terminologies on wine drinking while we don’t have a good way to show others (and ourselves) how to appreciate life.A group member had this to say when she read my piece:
“… wines like many “spirits” are very mysterious. As mysterious as ourselves can be at times. All we understand is what we see at the surface but what’s behind it can be elusive“,
and adds that the poem reminded her:
“not to be so obsessed about analysing life, instead, savor it and enjoy the process!“
She definitely puts it more eloquently than I can.