Sometimes they come slowly
and sometimes in a rambling rush
a bittersweet melding
of words painted with a brush
I lift my favorite glass
thoughts warm against my lips
there’s nothing like that pesky pest
of a hiccup to make you wince
crack open another bottle
marinate these poems for hours
sit and hope they don’t turn into
festoons of pages gone sour.
NaPoWriMo Day 27 – explore your sense of taste.
Poetic Asides – Use at least 3 of the following 6 words in your poem:
pest, crack, ramble, hiccup, wince, festoon.