The bottle
Invites
Me
Back
Into its warm embrace
With (empty) promises
Of
Creativity
And endless
Words
That flow
Freely,
Without distraction
Or concern
For where
They come from.
The well
Is
Endless
And bottomless,
Within the bottle
And its fluidity.
It calls
And beckons,
Mocking me
With its quiet
And calm-
Which I no longer
Possess
Within myself.
Timothy Vance Jackson
December 4, 2011
I always feel like a glass of wine is the perfect accompaniment to a writing session. It seems like it will enhance the romance of the experience, and the quality of the creativity. Instead, I just get sleepy.