Poetry has always been a passion of mine, so much so that, for the vast majority of poems I have read, I can vividly recall exactly where I was that first magical moment that each poet’s words danced across my mind and nestled subtly inside my soul. Recently, I have become more enamored with the stories created and memories recalled when engaged with craft cocktails and great wine. I have seen the poetry within these creations. Great cocktails and fine wine have a similar power as poetry; they dance across our minds and nestle in our souls, and when experienced with the elegant allure of a Julianna Glass, the poetry presents itself in the most unspeakable and unfathomable ways. 
 
Inspired by the Wallace Stevens classic, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird, I invite you to join me for a journey of memories old and new, an exploration of our past and a toast to our futures. I present to you Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Glass.
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I Elegant etching
 Sashays its sensuality
 Over all my senses
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II   Faintly shimmering stars Quietly illuminate the subtle sparkle of the bubbles in their glasses And the beautiful brilliance in her eyes | 
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III   With a twist… Of fate; Always worth celebrating | 
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IV Hues of vivacious violet and Penetrating purple Swirl sexily in her dress And her glamourous glass | 
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V   Sunlight shimmering sensations  of serenity Across carefree crystals | 
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VI   Icy chips saunter delicately Just like his pensive reflections. | 
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VII   The snow steadily strolls Out of the sky with no End in sight The subtle pop of Another bottle opening | 
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VIII   Glasses raised high Clinked in unity As they become one Forever. | 
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IX   The first kiss with A beautiful Bordeaux Reminds them both Of that first kiss So many years ago   | 
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X   She likes it When it’s neat. He likes it  dirty. Yet They both find happiness In a Julianna glass   |  | 
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XI   Sun-drenched patio With relentlessly rolling fields of glorious grapes. Sonoma’s seductive salaciousness Swirls for seemingly endless hours. MacRostie feels like home. | 
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XII   Carefully caressing  The delightful decadence Of the glorious glass. Memories overcome his Soul. | 
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XIII   Solitude. His thoughts subtly stir  More passionately Than his wine. |  | 
  
 
By Christopher Bronke  (mixologist and happy customer of Julianna Glass)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
					 
					
				
				
					
					
					
					 
Comments
Hello Anna !! Cute collection.. I know, not your work but thought I’d say hello! 😘🤗❤️😍
Matthew