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Wine Sunsets

Updated on August 27, 2016
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we were raised on wasps

cleaned our teeth with stingers

after feasting

on poisons left behind

in pockets carefully lined

with the plumes of vagrancy


we tasted the wine left behind

at parties where

only the best mingled

clothed in customary blanketed emotions

sweeping aside alien lovers


ducking under tables

we laughed at them

turning our teeth outward

to fetch flies

circling in fathomless trajectories

at sunset.

© 2016 Audrey Howitt

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      mckbirdbks 6 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      There is a richness here, not often found.

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      FlourishAnyway 6 months ago from USA

      You probably didn't intend this at all, but this makes me think of rats hiding out at a fancy party or at the fringes of polite society mocking those who would be disgusted if only they knew. They're waiting for a feast of crumbs.

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      John Hansen 6 months ago from Queensland Australia

      I like Flourish's take on this poem. Reminded me of a Salvadore Dali painting. Very appealing.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 6 months ago from Southern Illinois

      I thought of the poor waiters who watched the wealthy eat and drink wine, hoping they would leave a taste to savor. Very creative!

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      Bill Holland 6 months ago from Olympia, WA

      I have run out of words to describe your exquisite poetry. You truly are a wonderful talent.

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      Richard Francis Fleck 6 months ago from Denver, Colorado

      Richly imagistic poem that works on the imagination.

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      Rachel L Alba 6 months ago from Every Day Cooking and Baking

      It reminded me of pretty little fairies flying around and nobody sees them.

      Blessings to you, Audrey.

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      Audrey Howitt 6 months ago from California

      Thank you Mike!

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      manatita44 6 months ago from london

      This one was painted most powerfully! A strong, sensitive poem. Brilliant!

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      Faith Reaper 6 months ago from southern USA

      Brilliant, Audrey!

      Your words certainly paint a visual.

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      Catherine Tally 6 months ago from Los Angeles

      Our invisible demons are rarely absent! I love your imagination, Audrey, and your mastery of words. It's always a pleasure to read your work!

      My best to you, Cat:)

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      Linda Crampton 6 months ago from British Columbia, Canada

      Your poem is filled with vivid and intriguing imagery, Audrey. I get new ideas each time I read it. Thank you!

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      Cynthia Calhoun 6 months ago from Western NC

      Beautiful! I have always, always loved your poetry with its beautiful images. I don't know what it is, but I find it more approachable than other poetry: you just have a way with words that takes me to another world and I love it! I've missed you!

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      Peggy Woods 6 months ago

      That line about the party attendees "clothed in customary blanketed emotions" is so apt. Many people behave differently in social situations compared to when they are relaxed at home. Your poetry brings up many different thoughts and ideas after reading it. I also agree with FlourishAnyway as to her thoughts about the rats. Well done Audrey!

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      Audrey Hunt 6 months ago

      Magical! You, lady, are the Einstein of poetry with Mozart as a backup!

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 6 months ago from The Caribbean

      Dramatic and playful! Excellent poetry.

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      Deb Hirt 6 months ago

      The feast begins at the proper time in a most unsupplicated way.

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      Nithya Venkat 6 months ago from Dubai

      A string of images passed through my mind as I read your brilliant poem. Great write.

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      DDE 6 months ago

      A lovely poem and so filled with beauty.

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      Cynthia B Turner 4 months ago from Georgia

      Hi Audrey, I had to leave a comment about such a powerful poems. It is so well crafted. It moved me but it's difficult to put a finger on why. "We cleaned our teeth with stingers" is a vivid image but when you try to identify who the we are, it slithers away. Loved this. It's a poem I would read multiple times and get something different each time. Peace and take care.

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      Audrey Howitt 3 months ago from California

      Thank you Flourish! I wasn't thinking rats, but I can see how you took that out of this piece!

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