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.
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.
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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