artwork – Gerard ter Borch
A lonely young poet
with sweet, red wine
silently welcomes the night
as she would an old friend.
Crimson drops spill
as her glass fills to the brim.
Slowly she sips the nectar
that will transform her world.
Eclectic visions flow forth,
the laureates tongue slurs
under intoxication’s haze.
Her voiceless verbose rambles on
as she empties the bottle.
The crystal goblet glistens
as the days new light
finds its way into her
darkened room.
The page on which she rests
is stained with the color
of tears and old wine.
When she awakes
the words will greet her,
bringing with them
a few, still
moments of peace.
It will last until
the daylight
once again
fades.
Crystal R. Cook ~ 2000
The Qwiet Muse 
I was wondering if you have a website where you publish your poetry?
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Some of the poems here have been previously published at various site, a few are in a book my mom self published years ago, and some are current submissions to a couple of anthologies, the rest are published solely here on my blog for now . . .
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here’s a track I wrote inspired by a couple lines of your poem.
This was created from shortwave radio broadcasts.
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wow, this is a great poem. I saw a name at the bottom so was wondering if this is your work or someone else’s that you reposted? If it’s yours, do I have permission to use phrases as titles for some of my ambient music? I found some that would fit some of my compositions perfectly.
Thanks for considering the idea.
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