goblets of red wine
lull my eyes shut, awakened
by the morning’s glow
trade a night of revelry
for quiet introspection
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A belated Mardi Gras poem courtesy of today’s prompt from Dverse.
Published on March 12, 2019
Tanka 14
Everyday Strange 
I like this small, quiet poem. It creates a mood in so few words. Of course, Lent follows Mardi Gras.
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I agree with Sarah on this. Alcohol sends me to sleep so I’d miss the celebrations anyway!
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There are so many thoughts that will never be captured. The oblivion of revelry destroys more than brain cells.
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Wine does that to me as well. I don’t even get quiet introspection. But there is sleep.
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What I get from an evening of wine is most usually a roaring morning headache!! I am rendered helpless to much introspection, alas.
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There is always a day after…. hand in hand they go the party and the day after.
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I like the turning point of the morning glow, as if it were a hint from the universe. Seeing the red in the vast sky, inviting and healing; vs the dark red of the bottled up drink, tempting and sedating.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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