A Break

I managed to make it this far before making asides. I started this project in order to be able to better examine my life and be able to write about it. However, this last week was my sister's wedding, and I didn't have the time to devote to this. She came first. I will go back and try to reflect on what I've experienced to make up for the lost entries. However, I'm worried. In my experience, writing outside the moment of the emotion doesn't make for better poetry.

Today's:

New Wine

There's a high barrier of entry
Breaking in to the vines--
The definition of finesse
In the form of bottles of wine.

It's an old industry that's full
Of the perfect, expensive, and refined;
Sultry, haughty, simple, or sweet
Nothing beats old bottles of wine.

But creating something that's new,
In something typified and defined,
How should one start to make
Newer bottles of older wines?

Drinkers' palettes all adjusted
Critics there are many to malign
The dreaming vintner should plug the ears
And keep making new bottles of wine.