Wine Of Life Poem by Eunice Barbara Novio

Bring me a glass full of cabernet
or shiraz or merlot.
Chardonnay would do
it there is none of the above.
I would also prefer pignot noir
so I would not see the bloody red
liquid of cabernet or shiraz or merlot.
But let me see I could not drink them in
just an ordinary glass but a stemmed wine glass
glistening crystal that reflects my tears
when I am drunk with happiness
and loneliness of being alone in the crowd
of hopelessness.
I just broke a bottle of Martini
to see clearly the dancing nymphs
inside its cloudy bottle