Bottled Love


A bottle of green love
Lay docile on my dresser
While shafts of languid light
Pushed through its smoky sides.
It must have thought, as bottles think
That days are giv’n solely to drink
Nostalgic moments in sips
Of impassioned memories.
It never travels far
This timeless, dust-covered jar,
Ne’er far save in spirited light-years
Voyaged with past lovers’ eyes and ears
Hearts endeared and lives enshrined
In lead crystal, clear as now
Opalescent past, and future, too.
But you, you the clarity constrained
Until one day it dropped and drained.
The decanter emptied slowly
Its bright green gave way
To sweet air clear
The jar still sits, quite happily, queer
Like a Mona Lisa smile it winks
Pondering your wonderment.

Jon Jacobs c 2009

2 Responses


    • I finally added more poetry and a short story “obsession with Poison”. Enjoy!

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