February 15, 2012

poem 47 of a poem a day for 2012



l'anima del vino

writing poetry for me 
is not a conscious decision 
or choice for that matter
I do so, to save 
my fractured soul 
from permanent 
dispersal at times
and even as there 
are much more 
lucrative passions 
to core my fire with
I could not have it 
any other way
without dying 
on the vine
and this with wisdom 
slowly seeping in 
as my age creeps up
seems to be
the right equation 
of ripening, afterall

EJR (c)

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