Carolyn Brunelle


Red Wine Stain - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

What’s to be gained
from a red wine stain
except to lament
the money I spent;
a waste of a perfect
white scarf.

Perhaps it is a sin
to enjoy the grape,
each luscious brew
a reminder of earth’s
fullness and pleasure
waiting in keg and bottle.
But, alas, I have no fear
of excess m’dear;
it’s full speed on the throttle.

I have much to forget;
even more to remember.
Each glass gives me surrender
to days gone by and
memories that no longer glow
from a heart so protected by a
perfect white scarf.


Comments about Red Wine Stain by Carolyn Brunelle

  • (5/6/2008 10:11:00 PM)


    Another sweet poem -

    I have much to forget;
    even more to remember

    is a wonderful line.
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  • (3/27/2008 11:07:00 AM)


    Here's to you. Better the memories than the scarf!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2008



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