Do you drink red wine and write poetry?
Do the words dance inside your head?
See images in the sky that fly.
Can’t sleep for the words that weep and cry?
Does onomatopoeia make you high?
Do you drink red wine and write poetry?
Hear some pictures? See lots of words?
Run without moving? Get your whole body glowing?
Shaking! Quaking! Not really knowing!
In the world of rhyme, somewhere else another time?
Floating, while you do not move.
Do you drink red wine and write poetry?
Words within pictures! Fairies and witches!
Running and skipping even back flipping
As they move through your mind!
Landing who knows where! Coming from behind.
Do you drink poetry and write red wine?
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Arjhhengikl! Your poem expresses so much, I can't even think of a word to explain it. Yes words are magical; they open doors to worlds of pleasure, pain, love, hatred; emotions rendered and frozen forever. Keep up the great work and keep your imagination and heart flowing. -SJD