A Glass Of Wine, A Thought, A Meaning

It’s amazing how a simple glass of wine,

Can unleash a hidden thought or meaning

You’d think as much as I’ve consumed in life,

I would have a tome that’s gleaming

Full of wise, sagacious oratory

Of thoughts that help the mind

But maybe it’s all piffle, of the wrong kind

You see it’s a very simple thing,

If you’re a writer from the heart

It doesn’t matter how or if you cloud it,

It may someday become someone’s art

God has provided us one of many bounties, the grape

That sometimes helps unleash the sometimes hidden shape

Of some very blessed minds from the most blessed of us all

It may be a way to help reach our true selves, or sometimes break through a wall

So now that I’ve made this potentially absurd assertion

It’s time to prove the theory, with some not so perfect allocution

Of some wise, thoughtful insight into a single glass of wine

For without passion and effort in the making

It may not enable the divine

So maybe try a glass of the fermented grape

When next you feel the block of the writer,

And when others read your work thereafter,

Things may turn out brighter.