Soured Wine. Comments

fine wine is like fine poetry the best changing daily In wording, but at the end It maintains is dignified way In quality and taste. And the fine poet Is like the fine winery The substance he brews formed from the quality in him..................

A beautiful bittersweet poem. Such a promise of ripe, hot days and sweet nectar all with bubbles. Ah! not your cup of wine Fay, but there are always finer vintages elsewhere! 10 love Karin

Summer evenings in the vineyard, beneath a setting sun two lovers taste the fruits of love, sweet wine as red as rum the harvest has been gathered, and the grapes now in decline the taste of love has withered, the last of summers wine

This is a gloriously sensuous poem, with a heart-breaking change of mood. I really enjoyed reading it.

Brilliant imagery and diversity. It wraps love and wine so well together. I enjoyed this one very much. Best Steve

a simile poem to love.. a bittersweet as implied...great poem to ponder....10

fay i like this very much speaks of wine and love

I like this Fay, your rhymes despite bieng obvious, work very well within this poem you have good eye for detail, and are able to put this accross in your work. stanza 4 was very good, and the poem ended well. Wordslave