Grenadine

Grenadine, oh grenadine

Do I say what I think I mean?

When my head bursts at the seam

Will you be there like you’ve always been?

 

Grenadine, oh berry wine

Do I have what I say is mine?

When the end comes at the end of time

Will you comfort me, so sweet and fine?

 

Berry wine, oh currant jam

Am I who I say I am?

When all is lost and lost is man

Will you kiss me soft and keep me calm?

 

Grenadine, oh cherry sweet

Your stimulus keeps me on my feet

It makes me laugh and sing and leap

But is never enough for my heart to beat.

 

Author's Note

Reviews welcome!

Reviews

[emipoemi]

.......ho-ly freaking kwap! This is amazing! So profound for something so mundane. Love the flow, love the imagery, there were a ton of juicy lines (the third lines of Stanzas 2 and 3 simply blew me away). I found Stanza 3 Line 4 to be a bit jarring in terms of it not having a complete rhyme, but the poem as a whole was superbly written. Well done!

[paperwizards]

Great suggestions, thanks!

[emipoemi]

my pleasure.

[Misterr Remeat]

Wow! really nice! Berry wine is always a good way out of a current jam in my books. Cheers!