Phosphorescent green glass exploding into enigmas
Its purposeful celebratory elaboration scotched
Disheveled spectators glean fortuitous witness
Some deliciously licking up oozing diminished cava
Still others bathing aimlessly in the reveries awash
Shards air born, frozen, reflecting past envisages
Fragmented now, the dancing pieces declare victory
Almost, the empty glasses sing in staccato harmony
Elevated senses may have levitated it from destruction
Encyclopedic explanations abound in annoying multiplicity
Upon the shelf you sit, tauntingly revealing you still exist
Dusted with age and fingerprints, one last bottle of jade
Daring onlookers to reach again for its sweet nectar…Hope
Author Bio:
I am an author, design consultant and sketch artist. I am also a poetry contributor to Sacramento Free Press (Poems for All Chapbook) Pomona Valley Review #7, The Voices Project, The UK Poetry Library, Creations Magazine, Prose and Rhyme; and The Book Patch. Author of: Stalking Jack, The Night of the Twelfth Moon, Felicity’s Beaus, and Sweet Sins.